The Divorcee Amazed the World

Helena licked her bottom lip, trying to kiss Willis.

“Let’s take things slow. I won’t do anything you’re not ready for.” Willis said.

He inched closer on the couch, lowering his mouth toward her neck.

“Just want to touch you,” he murmured. His full lips brushed her collarbone, making her shiver.

Trailing soft kisses up her neck, her jawline, Willis finally brought his mouth to hers.

Their lips met in a hungry kiss, their bodies remembering every touch, every breath with perfect clarity.

“No pressure, okay?” Willis whispered, encouragingly against her lips.

Helena nodded, gripping the back of his neck to draw him in for another kiss.

Soon his hand slid up her thigh, her knees parted for him on instinct.

He stroked the front of her d@mpened p@nties…

“More,” Helena groaned.

“I knew I liked you,” Willis chuckled against my mouth.

Slipping his fingers beneath the fabric, Willis pe*n*e*tr@ted her, slowly.

Adding a second finger, he pressed deeper, making her cry out. Damn, the man was skilled, but something gnawed at the back of her brain. She wanted this, she did, it was just that…if they weren’t careful, they could easily see myself losing my head.

“Wait, wait, wait,” Helena mumbled, pulling back to put several inches of space between them. “This isn’t slow.”

“Fv*ck.” He scrubbed a hand through his hair. “No, I guess it’s not.”

He lifted her calf, planting her foot beside her on the couch so that my legs were open for him. “Don’t move. I want you just like this.” Slipping his fingers past the ed*ge of her p@nt*ies, he stroked just where she needed him. Helena entire body clenched and squeezed, wanting so much more.

Willis brought his mouth to hers once again, kissing her deeply while his fingers did very naughty things.

She struggled to get his pants open, fumbling with the button. When he knocked her hands away, she couldn’t help the soft, happy noise that escaped her.

He freed himself, stroking once. The bead of moisture at his tip distracted her in the most wonderful way.

“You going to look at it all night, or are you going to touch me?” he groaned.

“Need you to touch me,” Helena moaned.

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After an intense intimacy, Helena Parvis was left sweaty and breathless.

Unlike before, Willis Santana didn’t go to take a shower. Instead, he embraced her from behind, holding her tightly, as if trying to meld her into his body.

Helena was on the verge of melting in his arms, feeling a mix of surprise, nervousness, excitement, and a hint of melancholy.

Three years into their marriage, it was the first time he held her like this.

She felt the sensation of being deeply loved.

Her heart pounded like a deer in chaotic leaps, and she slowly turned around, hugging him tightly. A sweet and radiant smile adorned her face, as if she held the entire world in her embrace.

They stayed like that for a long time.

Willis released her, put on his clothes, sat up, and took out a box of cigarettes from the drawer. Expertly shaking one out, he lit it and took a deep drag.

As the smoke curled around, his handsome face became blurred in the haze, expression indiscernible. Unaware, the burning cigarette neared his fingers.

Helena lightly coughed, “Didn’t you quit smoking a long time ago?”

Willis extinguished the cigarette, gazing deeply into her eyes, silent for a few seconds before saying, “Helena, let’s break up.”

Like thunder on a clear day!

Helena was stunned, her burning heart instantly cooled, freezing in an instant.

She paled, looking at him dazedly, her voice trembling slightly, “Have I done something wrong?”

“No.”

“Then why do we have to break up?”

“Susan’s back. I’m sorry.”

Susan Varley, his ex-girlfriend.

Helena felt as if a sharp knife had cut through her heart. Three years of living together, mutual support, but it couldn’t withstand the return of that woman!

He didn’t love her; that was her biggest mistake!

Desolation, frustration, and sadness overwhelmed her. Helena bit her lip, her body stiff.

Trembling fingers struggled to put on her clothes, preparing to leave.

Willis held her shoulder, gently asking, “Where are you going?”

Helena forced back her tears, “To make breakfast.”

“Before, it was always you who made it. Let me do it today. Take a little more rest.” His voice was low and tender.

Helena murmured an agreement and lay back down, pulling the covers over her damp eyes.

After he left, she got out of bed and rushed into the bathroom. Unable to hold back any longer, she burst into tears.

Tears flowed uncontrollably, like beads with broken strings, impossible to stop.

She never knew that loving someone could hurt so much, hurting to the point where he felt like a piece of flesh gouged out from her heart.

She was in pain, so much so that she could barely stand. Leaning against the wall, she cried until she shivered.

After an unknown amount of time, Willis called her downstairs for dinner.

She answered and, wiping away her tears, washed her face over and over.

But no matter how much she washed, her eyes remained red, as if filled with blood.

Downstairs, Willis stood in the dining room, waiting for her.

Dressed in a well-tailored high-end suit, dark trousers revealing straight and long legs, his whole demeanor exuded refined elegance. Just standing there, he radiated an overwhelming brilliance.

Helena silently walked to the dining table and sat down.

Willis leaned slightly, looking at her reddened eyes with an exceptionally gentle gaze. “Cried?”

Helena raised her face, forcing a smile, “When washing my face, I accidentally got face wash in my eyes. It’ll be fine in a while.”

“Be more careful next time. Let’s eat.” Willis sat down beside her, handing her the chopsticks.