Chapter 7
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Carlisle immediately questioned Helene why she didn’t come home after work. His grandfather had been waiting for her dinner all this time.
Helene’s heart skipped a beat.
She had been so busy that she completely forgot about her marriage.
“I’m sorry, I got held up with something. I’ll be back soon.”
“I’ll come to pick you up,” Carlisle said and hung up the phone.
Was he coming to pick her up?
Did he know where she was?
When Helene tried calling back, Carlisle didn’t answer.
After settling with her grandmother, the doctor finally pushed Helene out of the hospital.
It was already past ten o’clock.
At this moment, Carlisle was standing outside Helene’s apartment building, gazing up at the lit window on the third floor; he was sure she was inside.
After a while, two figures appeared behind the curtains, hugging each other intimately, and the woman’s silhouette resembled Helene.
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Was she meeting another man in secret on their second day of marriage?
Did he mean nothing to her?
Carlisle’s anger flared up.
He honked the horn vigorously, but the people upstairs seemed oblivious, and the noise only stirred up the neighbors‘
cursing.
“Honking the horn at this hour? What’s wrong with you?”
Carlisle was so enraged that he hit the steering wheel hard. He felt utterly disgusted as if he had swallowed a fly.
When Helene returned to the Bamford Family’s residence, Carlisle still hadn’t returned.
With a sneering tone, Matilda said, “You’re coming back so late right after getting married. Mr. Bamford didn’t pick the right person.”
“Where did he go?” Helene asked.
“How would I know? Franco was waiting for you to have dinner all this time. Couldn’t you have called to tell him you wouldn’t be back?”
“I’ll call next time,” Helene felt guilty.
But hearing that Franco was already asleep, she decided to go to her room.
However, just as she sat down, she heard Carlisle pushing open the door, almost breaking it down with his force.
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Helene stood up.
“You’re back?”
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The moment Carlisle saw her, he froze. “Where were you?”
“My grandmother fell ill, and I just returned from the hospital.”
“Your grandmother is sick?” Carlisle sneered, “Are you going to tell me she needs surgery and a huge sum of money for it next?”
“What do you mean?” Helene was angry at the mockery in Carlisle’s eyes, “If you don’t believe me, you can go to the hospital and check.”
Carlisle suppressed his anger and asked, “Helene, what else are you hiding from me?”
“What do you want to know?”
Carlisle took a moment to calm himself, trying to stay composed.
“Do you have a boyfriend?”
“You lived together for three years, and now you’re pretending to be single and married to me. Helene, do you think I’m a fool?”
The room was still dark, and in the shadows, Carlisle looked like a dangerous king of the night, emitting a threatening
aura.
“You investigated me?” Helene couldn’t believe it. This man investigated her.
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“Shouldn’t I? Would I need to investigate you if you were honest with me?”
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“Yes, I did have a boyfriend before. But we broke up before I married you,” Helene growled.
“You never said I couldn’t have a romantic history before marriage. Why are you making a big deal out of it now?”
Helene thought Carlisle must regret giving her the bride token, so he was finding faults with her in every way.
“I never said you couldn’t have a romantic history, but are you sure you haven’t been in touch with him since you broke up?”
“We haven’t had any contact after the breakup.”
“Are you sure?”
“If you don’t believe me, just send someone to investigate again,” Helene’s anger surged, “I’ll tell you the truth. I married you just for that bride’s token. If you regret it, we can get a divorce tomorrow, but I can’t immediately return the money to you because I’ve already paid the surgery deposit for my grandma. But don’t worry. I will pay you back eventually.”
Helene blurted out everything and grabbed her luggage, heading towards the door.
However, Carlisle snatched the suitcase away from her before she reached the door.
“Divorcing after just one day of marriage? Can’t afford that shame,” Carlisle said calmly now. He calculated the time and thought it wouldn’t make sense for Helene to arrive home before him if the woman upstairs was indeed her.
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Thinking about this, he suddenly felt he had misunderstood Helene.
So he lifted the bedboard and stuffed Helene’s suitcase into the farthest corner, then pressed it down hard.
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Was he afraid that she would escape?
Yesterday, Helene tried to lift that bed board but couldn’t budge it.
What exactly was Carlisle up to?
“Go get me some food. I’m hungry,” Carlisle said as he sat on the sofa, opening his laptop, looking like he intended to work and wait for the food simultaneously.
Where could she get food at this hour?
Helene was about to argue, but then her stomach growled, and she realized she was hungry too.
So she went to the kitchen and made some lasagna.
When she brought the lasagna out, Carlisle was already leaning on the sofa, fast asleep.
Even in his sleep, he looked exhausted, his eyebrows tightly
furrowed.
His lips were tightly pursed, with a distinct outline and a beautiful shape.
This man had such a good look!
And those long eyelashes! Not only long but also slightly curled upwards. Even if Helene used an eyelash curler, she
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couldn’t achieve such a beautiful curvature.
Indeed, some people were born with natural beauty that any enhancements couldn’t match.
Driven by curiosity, Helene approached Carlisle, wanting to look closely at his long eyelashes.
Suddenly, Carlisle opened his eyes.
“Seen enough?”
“Ah!” Helene was startled, lost her balance, and fell into
Carlisle’s arms.
An unfamiliar male scent instantly filled Helene’s nostrils.
Feeling flustered, she quickly stood up, stammering, “Um, I, I’ve made lasagna.”
Carlisle stared at the startled woman, and a faint smile unconsciously curved his lips.
Helene thought Carlisle never smiled.
Surprised by this rare smile, Helene almost fell under its charm again.
Carlisle sat across from Helene and stared at the lasagna for a
while.
“Why aren’t you eating? Aren’t you hungry?” Helene asked.
“I don’t like tomatoes,” he replied. Despite saying that, he reluctantly picked up the chopsticks and took a bite.
Then he picked out the tomatoes one by one.
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Helene couldn’t stand picky eaters and said in a disgruntled tone, “Tomatoes are the king of vegetables, and they are rich in vitamins. disgruntled
“I’d rather take medicine,” Carlisle stubbornly insisted.
Carlisle’s manner of eating the noodles was highly refined, and every move he made exuded an incomparable air of nobility.
Helene thought she had decent table manners, but compared to Carlisle, she realized what natural nobility and grace truly
meant.
Moreover, Carlisle’s every movement of picking up the noodles was consistent, making Helene wonder how he managed to do it. Could programmers eat noodles with the same rigor and meticulousness as writing code?
“Do you know about Bamford Group?” Helene assumed Carlisle, a programmer, should be aware of the well–known Bamford Group in the industry.
Carlisle’s grip on the chopsticks tightened. “What about it?”
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