The Divorcee Amazed the World

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In front of so many people, he said such things about her, almost scraping her dignity off on the ground.

It not only insulted her but also made Jay lose face.

Others could insult her, but he couldn’t.

Because he was her closest and dearest, different from everyone else.

Helena turned to leave, but Willis hooked her waist.

He pinched her soft waist and muttered, “You still won’t forgive me.”

Helena wanted to go to sleep. Seeing that he couldn’t let go, she tiptoed, gave him a perfunctory kiss on the chin, and said, “I forgive you.”

Only then did Willis let her go.

Helena went to wash her hands and returned to bed, undressing for sleep.

Willis went to the bathroom to freshen up.

Usually, when he traveled, he stayed in five-star hotels, often in presidential suites.

How could he have stayed in such a simple guest house?

Upon entering the bathroom and seeing the cramped and rudimentary toilet, sink, and the persistent dirt in the corners that hadn’t been cleaned for years, he couldn’t help but furrow his brows.

What kind of place was this for people to live in?

Helena came to help.

How could the archaeological team arrange for her to stay in such a dirty and messy environment?

But she didn’t complain at all, just doing her work calmly.

Willis couldn’t help but admire her a bit more.

Tonight’s visit to Helena was impromptu, and he hadn’t prepared any toiletries. The disposable toothbrush provided by the guesthouse was of poor quality.

So, he used her pink electric toothbrush to brush his teeth.

This was the first time he used her toothbrush.

For someone with such cleanliness habits, using her toothbrush to brush his teeth felt surprisingly good, like indirectly kissing her.

Good-looking people even made used toothbrushes smell good.

After freshening up, Willis returned to bed.

Helena faced away from him, lying on her side.

Willis didn’t bring any sleepwear either. He took off his jacket and outer pants, got into bed, and reached over, his hand around her waist, flipping her slightly to face him.

He pressed down, lowered his head, and kissed her cheek. “The disposable toothbrush at the guesthouse was too lousy. I used your toothbrush; you don’t mind, right?”

Helena was surprised for a moment.

He, with such a severe cleanliness obsession, such attention to detail, actually used her toothbrush to brush his teeth.

But considering they kissed each other every day, what was the point of separating things?

She said, “I don’t mind.”

He nibbled her nose tip. “Is it fragrant?”

Helena couldn’t help but laugh.

Wasn’t he the man she remembered, cold, restrained, and not one for smiles and laughter?

Now, he seemed like…

She couldn’t find the right word to describe him for a moment.

Suppressing her laughter, she replied calmly, “Fragrant.”

“Then, taste whether it’s sweet or not.” He bit her soft lip, and his tongue lightly tapped her teeth, kissing her slowly and sensually.

It wasn’t a straightforward and real kiss but more like a hook, luring her.

The teasing meaning was especially apparent.

He was too good at teasing.

Helena couldn’t resist.

Despite holding onto some remaining rationality, she raised her hand to push his chest.

She wanted to push him away.

Touching his chest through the thin shirt, feeling the clearly defined muscles, it was so pleasant.

Hard, sexy, and stylish.

Images of the two of them facing each other naked flashed in her mind, and Helena’s earlobes turned red.

Willis stared at her reddened earlobes and chuckled. He grasped her wrist, lifted her hand above her head, and deepened the kiss.

From gentle at the beginning to gradually more intense.

It felt like caring, like possession, like asserting dominance, and like deep love?

Helena was quickly kissed into a faster heartbeat, and her breath became a bit erratic.

After a long and powerful deep kiss, Willis let go of her.

Helena, breathing slightly heavily, nestled in his arms and asked, “You came to this remote place in the mountains in such a rush when you have an early meeting tomorrow. Why?”

Willis locked onto her eyes with his cool, deep gaze and replied in silence.

Helena softly said, “You tell me.”

Willis imprisoned her, buried his head in her neck, and whispered, “All day long, I couldn’t concentrate, so I had the assistant book a flight and rushed over to see you before dawn, just to feel at ease.”

What he actually wanted to say was: I miss you.