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”.