The commissioner pursed his lips and did not speak imdiately. He studied Vernon’s expression for a while.
He did not know if he could trust Vernon or not.
Then he took his card from his pocket and handed it to Vernon before saying, "This is my card. Give this to Helena. Tell her to contact when she wants to. We can speak about this matter in private."
Vernon nodded. He did not feel offended. He felt sowhat guilty for speaking with him behind his wife anyway. He also thought it would be better for Helena to have the direct conversation with him compared to having him as a middleman.
Helena had more details after all.
So, Vernon thanked the commissioner and took the card. "I will get Helena to call you tomorrow. I think she would like to et you as soon as possible. I hope you have free ti tomorrow."
"Sure. I will wait for her call."
They parted ways and Vernon drove off with Helena sleeping soundly in the back seat.
When they reached their ho, Vernon opened the door to Helena’s side of the door. He slowly touched her arm and called out to her, "Helena? We are ho. Can you walk?"
"Hmm~~" Helena humd but she didn’t even open her eyes.
Vernon sighed and pulled her out of the car before carrying her in his arms again.
He softly muttered, "I said you are heavy one ti. Just one ti. Now you are making carry you so many tis. Are you taking revenge on ?"
Even though he sounded like he was complaining, he did not look like he was struggling at all.
He was carrying her as if he was holding onto a won’s small handbag. So light and simple.
Helena subconsciously held onto Vernon’s neck and nuzzled against his chest.
Vernon felt itchy because of her actions and pouted, "Hey, behave yourself, will you?"
"Vernon?" Helena suddenly raised her head from his chest and asked in confusion.
"If not , who else did you think I was?" Vernon asked.
"Vernon?" Helena asked again, as if she did not hear his words at all.
Vernon knows that she really did not listen to him. That was how she was when drunk.
He sighed, "Yes. It’s . I am Vernon."
"Vernon?" She asked again.
"Yes," Vernon was patient with her. He answered her seriously no matter how many tis she asked the sa thing, even knowing she wouldn’t even listen to his words in her current state.
"Vernon?"
"Yes."
"Vernon?"
"Yes."
This ’conversation’ continued until they reached their bedroom, where Vernon placed Helena on the bed.
He wanted to change her dress for her because her dress looked uncomfortable no matter how one looked at it.
He did not understand how won could wear such complicated dresses once they had to attend an event.
They never cared if they were comfortable in those dresses or not as long as they looked beautiful.
When he touched the hem of her dress, he stopped.
He forgot. In this life, they were never intimate.
Before the wedding, they were engaged for so many years but they were never lovers per se. So, they never got intimate with each other.
Because they were engaged, they never got intimate with others as well because they felt it would be considered cheating.
Now that they got married, they did not get intimate because... well Vernon...
So, Helena is still a virgin.
She is a bashful young lady whose face turned bright red just because he hugged her in public.
How would she feel if she finds that he changed her dress?
Vernon sighed.
No, it is better to stay far away from her. He thought to himself, as he was still expecting a divorce in the future.
He stood up and turned around to leave the room.
He heard so soft sound from her. He turned around to look at her again.
Looking at her uncomfortable posture on the bed, he felt bad for her.
He thought for a second. He went to the bathroom and brought a basin of water and a small towel.
He folded his sleeves and wrung the wet towel before he carefully started to wipe Helena’s face. Then he wiped her hands and legs- the parts which were exposed.
He had already helped her remove the sandals. He then helped her remove her earrings, bracelet and all the other accessories which would cause her discomfort during her sleep.
Except for removing her dress, he did everything for her to make her feel comfortable.
"Sigh! Finally done." He wiped so nonexistent sweat from his forehead.
With the air conditioner on, where would he get the sweat from?
He is as dramatic as ever.
"Vernon?" Helena mumbled in her sleep again.
"Yes." Vernon replied while placing all her accessories on the bedside table’s drawer.
"Vernon?" She called again.
Vernon closed the drawer and looked at her, to find that she had opened her eyes and was looking at him.
"Did you wake up? Then get up and get changed. Otherwise you will feel uncomfortable," he suggested softly.
Because she was drunk, he did not raise his voice at all. He knows that she would get a headache when drunk from the slightest noise around her.
"Mhmm... I... don’t... want... to... get... up..." Her speech slowed down by almost a hundred tis her usual speed. She shook her head and she felt dizzy from that. She held onto her head in pain.
"You don’t want to get up? Then do you want my help?" Vernon slowly helped her to sit and asked with his voice as soft as possible.
"Help? Vernon... will... help... ?" Helena blinked her misty eyes and looked at him.
"Yes. Vernon will help. Do you want any help?" Vernon asked.
"Hmm... I... want..."
"You want? What? Help?" Vernon asked before she could finish her sentence. It was taking too long to finish, alright?
"Mhmm... I... want... kiss..."
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