The Divorcee Amazed the World

He handed her a bottle of water, lowered his gaze, and with eyes as tender as water, Jay praised, “You did very well today. It’s your first time on camera, and you didn’t show any signs of stage fright.”

Helena took the water, smiled, and replied, “I’ve been taken to museums by my grandfather since I was very young. I’ve seen all kinds of important figures, so there’s nothing to be nervous about.”

Jay lightly curved his lips. “Impressive.”

“You’re too kind,” Helena responded with a smile.

“Why did you get a divorce?” Jay asked in a low voice.

This was what he wanted to know.

A frozen smile appeared on Helena’s face.

The originally bright eyes dimmed as if they lost their luster in an instant.

Seeing her like this, Jay felt extreme heartache and wanted to reach out to wipe away the sadness in her eyes.

He apologized, saying, “I’m sorry; I shouldn’t have asked.”

Helena didn’t like to confide her private matters to others. She wasn’t even willing to share with her mother unless she was pressed to do so.

However, she inexplicably felt like opening up to Jay.

She smiled faintly and whispered, “Many reasons. His father despised my family background, thinking I wasn’t worthy of Willis. After losing the child, Tim’s death, constant scheming, revenge back and forth-I got tired, fed up, and annoyed.”

She clearly hadn’t shed a tear, not a single drop.

On the contrary, there was a shallow smile at the corner of her lips.

But Jay seemed to see her heart bleeding.

He reached out, wanting to hug her.

He wanted to tell her: Come with me; I’ll take you to a place without scheming, without revenge. I’ll protect you well and prevent anyone from hurting you.

His hand was halfway out when he reluctantly pulled it back.

Taking advantage of a crisis wasn’t his style.

Truly loving someone wasn’t about selfishly possessing them.

During the silent moment between them, a low and pleasant male voice came from behind, “Helena.”

Helena turned her head.

She saw a tall and handsome man in a black shirt tucked into trousers, outlining a strong and vigorous waist.

Exquisite and noble facial features exudes charm, making him extraordinarily eye-catching.

It was Willis.

He held a paper-wrapped package in one hand and a bouquet of red roses in the other. Dressed in a dark suit jacket, he stood at a distance, watching them with an indeterminate expression.

Helena was stunned. “How did you come here?”

Willis took long strides, elegantly approaching her.

He took the water from her hand, handed her a cup of mango sago drink, and placed the roses into her hands, saying emotionlessly, “I came to visit.”

Helena sighed, “I’m just recording a TV show, and I haven’t even left the city. Why bother visiting?”NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

Willis glanced at Jay and said to Helena, “Who said visiting is only allowed when you leave the city?”

He reached out to drape an arm over Helena’s bare shoulder. “Why are you dressed so scantily?”

The warmth in his palm was scorching.

The familiar male hormones overwhelmed everything.

Helena’s heart thumped rapidly, and her expression seemed a bit trance-like.

She realized she still loved him, perhaps even more than before.

She loved him to the point of heartache.

After a moment, she finally spoke, “It’s a requirement from the program. Besides, it’s summer, and it’s normal to wear sleeveless dresses.”

Willis, however, found it abnormal. She was revealing too much-exposing her collarbone and dazzling arms to so many people.

He took off his suit jacket and draped it over her. Addressing Jay, he said, “Thank you, for taking care of my wife.”

Helena corrected him in a low voice, “We are divorced.”

Willis’ expression froze for a moment before he changed his words, “Thank you, for taking care of my girlfriend. It won’t be long before we get remarried.”

Jay’s fists clenched slowly.

He didn’t say anything, just gave Helena a deep look and turned away.

His posture was upright, but his expression was desolate.

Willis squinted slightly, watching his retreating figure, holding Helena tightly in his arms, gripping her arm to the point of pain.