The Divorcee Amazed the World

Willis’s voice was enchanting-deep, magnetic, and clear, like a melodious cello playing in her ears, gently sliding into her ear canals.

Helena couldn’t help but feel her heart racing.

It was as if a little deer was vigorously pounding against her chest with its antlers.

She stood there motionless.

Words spoken by a loved one could indeed trigger the release of dopamine in the brain.

Helena raised her eyes, tilted her small face upwards, and gazed at his handsome and alluring face. She said, “Thank you for comforting me so much.”

Willis chuckled, pinched her cheek, and looked at her with playful eyes. “I’ve noticed you’re quite straightforward, little straight girl.”

Helena’s expression slightly froze, and she awkwardly smiled, “I might lack a bit of charm. Yale used to say the same thing about me.”

Willis raised one corner of his lips, “What did he say?”

“He said I’m a good woman but a bit too good, which might make me seem a bit boring. He advised me to be a bit more wild, a bit more daring, be coquettish when needed, be fragile when needed, have thick skin when needed, and be cunning when needed.”Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

Willis pondered for a moment, “Being wild is okay, but only in front of me. Coquettish and fragile are fine, but forget about having thick skin or using cunning methods.”

Helena obediently said, “Alright.”

Willis patted her head, “Wait for me at home. What do you want for dinner tonight? I’ll bring it for you.”

Helena hasn’t had much of an appetite these past few days, so she said, “I don’t have any specific cravings.”

“I’ll bring something, then. Let the servants prepare lunch; you don’t have to do anything.”

Helena felt like she had transformed from a maid into a princess, and she meekly responded, “Okay.”

“I’m leaving.” Willis hugged her again, picked up his briefcase, changed his shoes, and reached for the doorknob.

Suddenly, Helena ran up from behind, hugged his waist, and whispered, “I really want to shrink and be tucked into your pocket so that wherever you go, I can follow you.”

She wasn’t good at sweet talk, but she felt obliged to respond somehow. So, she awkwardly came up with this sentence.

Willis was almost amused to death.

Speaking sweet nothings to her seemed to be a challenge, almost like solving a riddle.

While others effortlessly produced such lines, she had to think for a long time to come up with such awkward words.

He slowly turned around, cupped her small face, lowered his head, and kissed her on the lips. Suppressing his laughter, he said, “Why is my Helena so cute?”

Cute?

Helena was a bit bewildered.

Once Willis left, the spacious room felt empty. Helena began to miss her grandmother again.

She walked to the balcony and sat on a lounge chair, staring into space with vacant eyes.

Just as she was immersed in sadness, her phone rang.

She picked it up and glanced at it; it was Shirley calling.

After answering, she said, “Helena, the restoration work on M. H’s painting has started, and now we need to choose someone to take over. The museum has gathered a group of skilled copyists from all over the country. Each person will copy a part of the painting, and we will select the best. My brother wants you to contribute a copy as well.”

To take over meant to restore the missing or damaged parts of an ancient painting, ensuring that the restoration remains undetectable.

Taking over tested a person’s comprehensive aesthetic literacy and mastery of basic techniques.

Copying involved using one’s abilities and methods to meet certain standards, while taking over required a collision with those standards, directly entering the role of the original artist, demanding a higher level than mere copying.

That’s why the museum called for skilled individuals to choose the best among them.

Helena replied, “Okay.”

Shirley continued, “I have photos of the full ‘Hermitage’ painting on my phone. I’ll send them to you later.”

Helena casually said, “No need, I’ve memorized it.”

“What? You’ve memorized it?” Shirley was extremely surprised. “That painting is so complex, can you remember the entire thing? Even the missing parts, can you remember them?”

Helena casually replied, “My grandfather deliberately trained me since childhood. I can remember any kind of ancient painting after looking at it for a few minutes. Come back, and in less than half a month, I can reproduce an identical one.”

Shirley was stunned, “My goodness, you genius!”

Helena thought to herself, I can’t even say sweet words properly, what kind of genius am I?

“That’s enough talk; I’m going to work on a partial drawing. I’ll give it to you tonight.”