The Divorcee Amazed the World

Turning a corner without paying attention to the road, Helena hastily collided with someone.

The person was exceptionally tall, with a thin shirt that revealed well-defined chest muscles.

Helena’s face stung from the impact, especially her nose, which felt sore and made her eyes teary.

She quickly covered her aching nose and apologized, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright. Is your nose okay?” The man’s voice was somewhat cold, but distinctive, like a foreigner speaking Chinese, a bit rigid.

Helena raised her head.

She saw a handsome and profound face with short hair.

Before she could see his features clearly, she was captivated by his eyes.

They were very beautiful eyes, deep and dark like the sea, melancholic and cold. The double eyelids were deeply folded, and the eyelashes were black and thick.

Looking into his eyes, Helena’s heart trembled.

Those eyes were so much like Jay’s, even more so than Willis’s.

Thoughts of Jay, who had died saving her, made her heart ache again.

At first, it was a dull pain, but after a while, it became a sharp, twisting agony.

She clutched her chest, leaning against the wall, her face turning extremely pale.

“Are you alright?” The man reached out to help her.

Before his fingers touched Helena’s arm, she forcefully pushed him away.

A tall figure loomed over.

Willis rushed over.

He pulled Helena into his arms, exhibiting possessiveness. Cupping her face, his expression was cool, but his eyes showed concern as he asked, “Where did you hit yourself?”

Helena shook her head, and when she wanted to look at the man she collided with, he had disappeared.

She stared at the empty hallway, lost in thought for a moment.

Willis noticed the daze in her eyes.

The man just now looked exactly like the one she saw at Parvis Village yesterday, and was quite similar to the man in the photo Josh provided, in terms of height and physique. The only differences were the clothes and hairstyle.

A shadow crossed Willis’s eyes, but his face showed no emotion. He asked in a calm tone, “Do you know that man from just now?”

Helena truthfully replied, “No, I don’t know him. I just felt his eyes were familiar.”

Willis pondered for a moment, seemingly assessing the credibility of her words.

After a while, he nonchalantly helped her into the elevator, pressed the button for the first floor, and asked gently, “Why did you come out?”

Helena stared fixedly at the elevator’s number buttons, absentmindedly responding, “Shirley needed a partial image of M. H’s hermitage painting for the museum’s selection of restoration artists. I painted it and gave it to her. It happened on my way here.”

Willis took her hand, examined it carefully, and remarked, “Can your hand still paint?”

Helena withdrew her hand, saying indifferently, “Painting primarily uses my right hand, so it’s not a big issue.”

“What do you want to eat? I’ll take you.”

“I’ve already eaten with Shirley.” Helena still avoided looking at him.

Willis sensed her discomfort and explained, “Susan has joined her father’s company as his assistant. The Santana Group and the Varley Corporation have many business collaborations, so it’s inevitable that we will run into each other. But rest assured, I’ll be careful.”

Helena pursed her lips without responding.

She knew about Susan.Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

Several times she witnessed Susan hugging and cuddling Willis, acting overly intimate.

That woman was beautiful, coquettish, good at acting cute and charming, with thick skin and many tricks. Over time, which man could resist?

Moreover, she was Willis’s childhood sweetheart, with over a decade of affection, and also the prospective daughter-in-law acknowledged by Ryan.

With heavy thoughts, Helena walked out of the hotel lobby with Willis.

Seeing them, the driver immediately started the car and drove over.

Willis instructed the driver, “Take Helena home.”

The driver got out of the car, opened the rear door, and respectfully said, “Madam, please get in.”

Helena thanked him and got into the car.

As soon as she entered, she smelled a sweet and nauseating perfume – Susan’s.

Covering her nose, she felt a strong repulsion.

It was like taking a bite of an apple and finding half a worm inside, with the other half already swallowed.

Willis watched the car leave and returned to the hotel.

Entering the lobby, he picked up his phone and called his assistant, instructing, “Go check the surveillance footage on the third-floor corridor of the hotel. Find out the name and background of the person Helena collided with just now.”

Half an hour later, the assistant handed the information to Willis.

He took it, lowered his gaze, and stared at the name on the document. His eyes gradually turned icy.

In black and white, the name was written clearly: Jay Santana.

Jay.

Jay is the one that Helena had been thinking about day and night.