The Divorcee Amazed the World

Early the next morning, Helena woke up around midday, thinking that Willis had already left. She casually stretched, and her hand touched a firm and powerful body. Rubbing her still-sleepy eyes, she saw Willis still lying beside her. She raised an eyebrow in slight surprise, “Why haven’t you left yet?”

Willis extended his arm, pulling her into an embrace. His forehead gently touched hers, and with a somewhat lazy tone, he said, “I rescheduled today’s plans. I’ll accompany you back tonight.”This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

Helena had no choice but to agree. She also had to discuss with Haden about becoming his apprentice, a significant decision. She whispered, “After returning, I have other things to attend to. I’ve taken on a new master to learn about the restoration of ancient ceramics.”

Willis’s eyes shifted, and he raised an eyebrow, asking, “Is it a man or a woman?”

Helena truthfully replied, “A man.”

Willis’s expression changed, and his tone turned cold, “How old is he? Why does he want to take you as his apprentice? Does he have ulterior motives?”

Helena hadn’t answered yet when he continued, “Decline it.”

Helena helplessly smiled. “You’re right. Men are stumbling blocks on a woman’s path to success. Look at you, preventing me from doing this and that, affecting my future.”

Ryan’s words echoed in her mind, piercing her heart with each sentence, leaving her with a deep sense of shame and humiliation.

Willis’s eyes darkened. He lowered his head, lovingly kissed her eyes, and said softly, “Don’t mind him.”

Helena stopped teasing him and directly said, “The one who wants to take me as his apprentice is Haden Olteran.”

“Haden Olteran,” Willis pondered for a moment. “He’s fine. Go ahead and learn.”

Helena raised an eyebrow, “You said that. When I really become his apprentice, don’t keep finding faults here and there.”

Willis affectionately pinched her chin. “I won’t. I know Haden; he’s decent.”

Most importantly, he’s in his eighties, making him no threat.

After saying this, he held her chin and slid his hand down her arm, embracing her waist. With a teasing tone, he suggested, “Since you’re not busy today, and I have nothing to do, how about we do something interesting?”

Helena was rendered powerless by his pinching and teasing. She playfully asked, “Who was it last night that came all the way here, not for this?”

Willis rolled over, biting her nose lightly, kissing her lips absentmindedly. He casually said, “Last night was different; today is another story.”

Helena didn’t say anything. There was no mood to reason with him at times like this. Her mind was blank from his touches, and she floated in a dreamy state.

Willis continued kissing her, moving down her jawline. When he reached her snow-white shoulders, he gently bit them, causing her to feel tingly. His slender fingers caressed her waist softly, feeling seductive against her skin.

His touch was like a heavenly cloud, leaving clusters of white clouds on her skin.

Helena’s bright eyes gradually became moist and misty. Her open and innocent face blushed.

She slowly closed her eyes, hearing the entwined breaths of the two, approaching the core of pleasure.

They played until almost noon before getting up.

Without having breakfast, they didn’t feel hungry.

The inn had sent food earlier in the morning, but the bodyguards kept it, not daring to disturb the two.

After washing up, they began to eat.

After finishing, Helena tidied up, and Willis’s phone suddenly rang.

It was his assistant.

He reported, “Mr. Santana, the guy we caught the night before, Mike, has gone crazy.”

Willis was displeased, “Crazy?”

The assistant explained, “Yes. However, the police found five hundred thousand in cash in his basement. Since he was released from prison three years ago, he has been lazy, making a living by farming and organizing events in the village to earn some pocket money. He also likes gambling. It’s impossible for him to save up five hundred thousand.”

The case had become quite apparent. Someone was manipulating Mike.

Willis frowned, “Who has he been meeting recently?”

“There are no surveillance cameras in the village, and his neighbors are reluctant to talk, fearing Mike’s retaliation. Checking his phone, there are no suspicious numbers. Now, Mike has gone crazy, wanting to get something out of him, but it’s challenging.”

Willis asked, “Is he genuinely crazy or pretending?”

“He should be genuinely crazy. The police said he keeps banging his head against the wall, shouting ‘ghosts, ghosts,’ seemingly disturbed by something.”

“Why was he disturbed?”

“The police won’t say the reason for the disturbance. It’s not easy to investigate further. After all, Mr. Jay Smith once beat him up. If we dig deeper, it might implicate Mr. Smith.”

“Deal with it when I get back.” Willis hung up the phone.

Around one or two in the afternoon, Shirley brought the materials for restoring ancient silk paintings.

Professor Linister had also been informed.

Helena and Willis left the inn and took a car to the city to catch a plane.

At six in the evening, the two returned to Kyoto.

Willis asked the driver to send Helena home.

He got into another car and headed straight to the Varley Group.

When Willis knocked on the office door, Owen was instructing his assistant.

Seeing Willis suddenly appear, with an unfriendly gaze and a stern expression as if ready to question and punish, Owen was greatly surprised. He waved his hand, asking the assistant to leave first.

Standing up, Owen smiled and greeted, “Willis, if you were coming, why didn’t you inform me earlier? I would have sent someone to pick you up. Want something to drink? I’ll have someone prepare it for you.”

“No need,” Willis’s clear and elegant face showed no sign of a smile.

Owen’s smile froze, “So, is there something on your mind?”

His eyes cold and piercing, Willis uttered each word slowly, “Dragon Mount, Inn, Mike.”

Owen was taken aback, “What do you mean?”

Willis gazed down at him, “Whether it was you who sent someone or your wife, this is a one-time warning. If there’s a next time, don’t blame me for not being polite to Susan.”

Leaving these words behind, he turned and walked away.

Watching him leave with long strides, Owen was so angry that he almost lost his breath.