My Waste Husband novel Chapter 187

Looking at the message on the phone, Henry unconsciously smiled. Even though she sounded harsh, her concern could not be concealed.

Henry called Helen. As soon as the phone rang, it was picked up by Helen.

"Bast*rd! Now you finally called me! I am at home. I will give you twenty minutes to come and find me immediately. Otherwise, I'll go to your wife's place and tell her everything about you and me!"

Henry listened to the roaring on the phone. Before he could speak, Helen had already hung up the phone.

Henry gave a wry smile, changed his clothes, and rushed to Helen’s place.

The place where Helen lived was not far from the Luxury Village. Henry familiarly came to the door of Helen's house.

After knocking on the door and waiting for a few seconds, the door was opened from the inside

The moment the door opened; Henry saw a beautiful figure throwing herself into his arms. As soon as he tried to speak, his lips were blocked by a delicate fragrance.

Helen pulled Henry inside. She pushed Henry away and gasped, "As*hole, I have been worrying about you for a whole night, you’d better compensate me well!"

Only then did Henry see clearly that Helen was wearing a black bathrobe. Her short hair was wet and draped over the back of her head. The water drops were still on her long eyelashes. Her delicate facial features were flawless. At this moment, Henry could only think about her marvelous body.

Helen put her hand on her waist, gently untied the bath belt tied around her waist, and the black bathrobe naturally slipped down on the ground. The scene was quite intense.

Helen gently pulled Henry's collar and said, "Today, I can't let you get out of bed!"

Henry put his arms around Helen's slender waist. Due to daily training in the police team, her skin was incredibly elastic.

"Am I beautiful?" Helen looked at Henry with blurred eyes and said.

"You are." Henry unconsciously nodded.

"Then what are you waiting for?" Helen softly breathed in Henry's ear. The next second, she felt a strong force lifting her up and walking to the bedroom.

Helen entangled Henry's neck, and a tear came down from her eyes. "I don't want to be on the bed. I want to leave your sweat in every corner of this house."

At four o'clock in the morning, Henry woke up from sleep hazily.

Turning over, he found that Helen was nowhere to be seen.

"Helen?"

Henry shouted, and no one in the room answered him.

Wearing shorts, he got up from the bed. There was no sign of her in the room.

There was a plate on the table in the living room. There was a fried egg on the plate, which had already cooled down.

Next to the plate, there was a note. The handwriting on the note was very beautiful: I wanted to cook for you, but I admit it, I do not know how! I can only practice Kungfu. I am leaving to take the Sharp Knife assessment. The key and everything is on the shoe cabinet. There are a few pots of flowers at home, so take good care of them for me. If I come back and find that the flowers are dead, believe me, you will be in trouble.

"Gone?"

The words on the note made Henry feel empty.

He shifted his gaze to the balcony where a few flowerpots were placed. The branches had just reached out of the soil.

Henry knew these buds. There were myosotis, people call it “forget-me-not”.

Her pretty face was slightly unnatural. She took the initiative to say this sentence, which made her feel very embarrassed. This was the first time that she took the initiative to get closer to a man.

Henry was also stunned, and then he nodded with joy on his face. "Okay, Sylvia."

This kind of intimate greeting made Sylvia smile sweetly. In a subtle atmosphere, the two of them finished their dinner.

Henry had already prepared food for Milan and put it in the lunch box. After dinner, they went to the hospital together.

Days passed one after another.

On the fifth day after the operation in Milan, the wound on her chest was almost healed.

While Sylvia was busy with the company's affairs, Henry drove Sylvia's car to the hospital to visit Milan alone.

"How's your wound? Can you be discharged?" Henry sat next to the medical bed in Milan and peeled an apple.

"Well..." Milan looked at Henry with a somewhat unnatural face. "The doctor said that you should have a look at the wound. If there is no problem, I can be discharged from the hospital."

"Oh, okay, let me see." Henry nodded, put down the apple and said naturally, "Lie down."

"Well..." There was a hint of redness on Milan's face. "How are you going to looking at it?"

"How? With my eyes!" Henry rolled his eyes.

The way in which Milan sat on the hospital bed was a little twisted. It was really embarrassing because of the position of her wound. If she did not know Henry, it would be better. She should have had asked the attending doctor to examine her. However, she knew Henry!

At the sight of Milan's bashful look, Henry was suddenly enlightened. He smiled and said, "What are you thinking? Just let me have a look at your wound. There is nothing to be ashamed of."