The Divorcee Amazed the World

Helena looked up at him with a slight surprise, gazing at his excessively handsome features. Her eyes seemed a bit trance-like, as if looking at him, yet not quite.

Her voice was low but determined, “No regrets.”

“Three years ago, I was a useless person who couldn’t walk, had a terrible temper, and even caregivers and servants despised me. You, a young lady with a bright future, married me. You’ve never regretted it?”

He stood there with one hand in his pocket, clear and upright, his features refreshing, his posture tall and straight like a pine tree. The noble air emanating from him was truly enchanting under the cold white light.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

One could no longer see the desolate appearance from three years ago.

Helena said earnestly, “You arranged for someone to help my grandmother find a kidney source, saving her life. You bought a house for our family, and even provided a huge dowry, saving our entire family from dire straits. I am grateful beyond words. Since I was young, my grandfather taught me to repay kindness.”

Willis listened silently, and when he heard the last word, he raised an eyebrow and asked emotionlessly, “Is your feeling towards me just gratitude?”

Helena fell silent.

In the past, if he had asked such a question, she would have answered without hesitation that, in addition to gratitude, there was also the love that grew over time.

But now, since he had asked for a divorce and was getting so close to Susan, presenting her heart to him again seemed self-deprecating.

She pursed her lips and remained silent.

The elevator door opened.

The two walked out.

Helena took out the keys from her bag and opened the door.

They entered.

Willis silently watched her change her shoes.

When she straightened up, he suddenly leaned against the wall with one hand, enclosing her in his arms. He lowered his gaze to look at her, persistently asking, “Is your feeling towards me only gratitude, and nothing else?”

Helena raised her head, looking up at him.

His face was calm as water, and his deep black eyes seemed to contain a galaxy, just looking at her faintly could be thrilling.

Unfortunately, in his heart, she was just a substitute for Susan.

Helena felt a bit uncomfortable, lowered her eyelashes, and said softly, “Yes, it’s just gratitude.” There was a bit of a defiant tone in her words.

Willis self-mockingly curled his lips.

It was expected. All her love had been given to her beloved Jay, and now, there was only gratitude left for him.

What was the point of a marriage based on gratitude?

Suddenly, Willis felt a sense of dullness. The fire he had ignited in the elevator had completely extinguished.

He withdrew his hand, put it in his pocket, looked around the living room absentmindedly, and asked, “Is your mother not at home?”

“The caregiver taking care of my grandmother took leave, and my mother went to fill in these days. Please have a seat; I’ll go wash up and make tea for you.”

As she was about to leave, Willis’s phone suddenly rang.

He took it out of his pocket and glanced at it; it was a call from Susan.

Being close, Helena also saw the two words “Susan” on the phone screen.

She felt a bit uneasy, as if she had swallowed a fly, and hurriedly walked towards the bathroom.

Willis looked at her hurried departure, remained silent for a moment, answered the call, and walked to the window, asking, “Is your finger bandaged?”

Susan’s voice sounded a bit tearful, as if she were aggrieved. “Yes, bandaged. I just got in the car and am about to go home. Helena, sister, isn’t angry, is she?”

“No, she has a good temper and rarely gets angry.”

Susan pursed her lips, and although her voice was soft, she pretended to be surprised. “She didn’t say anything bad about me, did she?”

Willis felt a bit annoyed listening to her, “Susan, Helena has never said anything bad about you in front of me. In the future, I don’t want to hear such things from your mouth.”

Susan was taken aback, hurriedly changed her tone, and said, “I was wrong. Brother Willis, I just don’t want you to be deceived by Sister Helena.”

Willis frowned, “There’s nothing else. I’m hanging up.”

“Just don’t hang up; tomorrow…”

“Bang!”

A loud noise suddenly came from the bathroom.

Willis grabbed his phone, took a long stride, and walked over quickly. He asked urgently, “What happened, Helena?”