Chapter 14
London, inside the hotel.
Helena lay in the foam bathtub, looking at the photos and messages sent by her assistant with an unusual calmness.
The most striking photo among them was the image of Calvin self- harming.
The composition was very beautiful.
After all, the man’s clothes were in disarray, his collarbones cold and clear, and the distinct knuckles on his fingers were all splattered with blood. Even the collector’s edition History books on his desk were
covered in blood.
But what does that matter? Just a few wounds from two pens, can they compare to the price she has paid over the past seven years?
Helena pursed her lips, feeling surprisingly calm inside. She had expected to feel a twinge of sadness when she saw these photos, but surprisingly, she didn’t.
The woman blinked, swiped across the screen, and looked at the next message sent by her assistant.
Ms. Sullivan was pregnant.
Helena felt a strong urge to vomit.
As far as she knew, Kate, in the identity of a psychologist, had only been at the villa for less than a month and hadn’t even had her menstrual cycle. How could she possibly determine if she was pregnant!
I can only say that she had already slept with Calvin a long time ago.
Perhaps it was during those few historical lectures sponsored by the Ziegler family that they had already passionately embraced each other behind the scenes. It just wasn’t satisfying enough.
After all, the best place for an affair should be on the marital bed in a villa.
Helena frowned in disgust and turned off her phone.
She hurriedly got up, wrapped herself in a bath towel, and called the waiter to prepare the red wine.
The doorbell rang on time, Helena tightened her bathrobe around her, just as she pushed open the door, in the moment she looked up, her whole body immediately froze.
She looked at the man in front of her in astonishment and instinctively took a step back.
The man walked in with a glass of wine, exuding a strong sense of oppression, his tone low and sarcastic, “Good evening, sister–in–law.”
He was Vicente Fernandez, Calvin’s cousin, and also her ex–boyfriend of
less than half a month.
During high school, she pursued Calvin passionately, and almost everyone in the school knew about it.
However, Calvin was particularly cold, in his eyes, only history and grades were the most important. Every time he rejected Helena, his words were extremely harsh and cutting. He couldn’t even remember Helena’s name or appearance.
No matter how much effort she put in, Calvin always remained aloof and indifferent, keeping others at a distance.
Chapter 14
The most memorable time was when Calvin wanted to be admitted early and needed extremely crucial competition scores. The day before the exam, Helena braved the heavy snow and went to the most effective chapel, knelt all night, and begged the priest to write a prayer note by hand.
She had not slept all night, clutching the prayer note, she knocked on the door of the Fernandez family. However, Calvin just listened to her story expressionless, then picked up the prayer note.
Helena’s heart was pounding loudly, but the next second, Calvin suddenly let go. The prayer note drifted down onto the snowy ground, and the brush strokes on it instantly spread out, becoming a blurry mess.
Calvin’s voice was cold and merciless: “You are incredibly stupid.” He closed the door without looking at Helena again.
That day, Helena made up her mind to stop liking Calvin, but how can matters of the heart be controlled by mere will?
Even though she warned herself three or four times, every time Calvin passed by her classroom door, Helena couldn’t help but stare at his back.
One day, Vicente transferred to her class. Helena looked at the face that resembled Calvin’s, and her pupils instantly contracted.
At that time, she was not clear about what a stand–in meant. She only knew that Vicente was young, outgoing, and easy to get along with. Using him as a pastime should be quite nice.
