The Divorcee Amazed the World

Simply because he missed her.

He lowered his head, kissed her lips, pressed his forehead against hers, and lingered for a while. Soon enough, he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Helena slept soundly that night.

The next day, when she woke up, the first thing she saw was a handsome face.

The man had a refined and three-dimensional bone structure, sculpted delicate features, and a flawless jawline.

Her groggy mind, just awakened, took a moment to clear up.

After a while, she remembered that Willis had flown over last night, saying he wanted to help her sleep.

Careful not to disturb him, she carefully moved away from him.

Inadvertently, she touched something she shouldn’t have.

Helena was taken aback, and her face instantly turned red.Exclusive content from NôvelDrama.Org.

Holding her breath, she lay still, afraid of waking Willis.

Her feelings were complicated.

After all, she was divorced, and being so intimate felt a bit awkward.

She maintained this position, lying still until Willis naturally woke up.

Men’s testosterone levels peak in the early morning.

Willis was no exception.

He held her, his tone lazy, with a hint of sexiness, “I missed you.”

Helena knew what he meant – he missed being with her.

Her mind went through a brief internal struggle. Helena reluctantly said, “You can handle it yourself in the bathroom.”

Willis buried his head in her neck, his voice low and exuding a seductive charm, “You don’t care about me.”

“You said we wouldn’t be intimate until we remarry,” Helena retorted.

“In that case, let’s remarry. We can do it today when we return,” Willis said with a sudden return to clarity and reason.

Helena couldn’t help but laugh.

After all the circling around, it turned out he was waiting for her here.

To be honest, she really didn’t want to remarry now.

Thinking about people like Ryan, Susan, Grace, and now Jane, it made her scalp tingle with annoyance. It seemed like there was always some trouble.

Love is one thing, but marriage is another.

Marriage is much more complicated than love.

In the end, Helena, with a heavy heart, convinced Willis to go to the bathroom and take care of himself.

After getting ready, the two had breakfast.

Helena and Willis left together.

As they walked out, they unexpectedly bumped into Jay coming out of the opposite room.

He was dressed in a black short-sleeved T-shirt and black trousers, with short, neat hair, looking handsome and energetic.

Helena’s expression slightly froze. “You’re staying at this hotel too?”

Jay responded without much emotion. His gaze swept over Willis, and he lowered his eyelashes, concealing his true feelings.

Originally, Willis and Helena were walking side by side.

Upon seeing Jay, Willis raised his arm, pulled Helena into his embrace, and smiled gracefully. “My girlfriend is on a business trip, so I came to see her.”

Jay’s tone remained indifferent. “Helena is lucky to have a boyfriend like you.”

After saying that, he turned and walked away quickly, his steps brisk.

Helena stared at his retreating figure in silence for a moment, feeling like he might not be too pleased.

After seeing Willis off, Helena, with her servants, went to the museum.

She spent another two days studying there.

When she picked up the brush again, she felt something different.

When she captured that soul, Helena, accompanied by her servants and bodyguards, returned.

Over the next month, Helena immersed herself in her studio, focusing solely on painting and rarely leaving the room.

She almost reached the point of neglecting sleep and food, verging on being “obsessed.”

She had ruined countless sheets of Xuan paper and poured much effort into it, but she finally painted a satisfactory “Journey through Mountains and Rivers.”

Hanging the painting on the wall, Helena looked up at the majestic and towering mountains in the painting, tears of joy streaming down her face.

At the mountain’s peak, various trees thrived, a line of waterfalls flowed directly down the mountainside, and giant rocks lay scattered at the foot of the mountain.

Helena could almost hear the sound of water, people talking, and the sounds of horses and mules.

She knew she had brought this painting to life!

“Paint the bones of the mountain, and more importantly, paint its soul.” She had finally captured that soul!

Excitedly, she picked up her phone and called Kelly, “Kelly, I’ve finished ‘Journey through Mountains and Rivers’! I’ve brought it to life! I’ve captured its soul!”

Her usually calm demeanor couldn’t hide her excitement!