Having Rachel as her assistant was the right decision. The woman was a hard worker with perfect and satisfactory results. Therefore, Helene could always rely on her in various situations, including taking care of Helena's Cafe. However, it didn't mean Helena could relax and only received the report from her. Helena kept an eye on everything and gave the necessary directions.
They had known each other for five years. At first, Helena refused to hire an assistant. What for? She felt that she could be able to do everything alone. But, George, her eldest brother, insisted. He said the presence of a personal assistant was beneficial. Even though Helena was not interested in joining the family business, her assistant could help her take care of her assets. Correction. It had given to her. While she was engrossed in her hobby, cooking--she was running a blog about food recipes--Rachel could replace her by monitoring her finances.
At first, Rachel's work was limited to that.
"I'm glad you're coming," commented Aaron shortly after seeing his wife emerge from behind the door in his room. That woman always looked beautiful. A pastel knee-length dress wrapped her beautifully along with her long hair that she didn't tie. Ah, Helena was beautiful. Always.Helena closed the door behind her, then walked over to the big sofa there. "Of course. I promised you," she replied as she put the handbag, she was carrying on the table.Aaron glanced at his watch. It was exactly fifteen minutes before lunch. "Can you wait a minute? I have to finish this first," he said, referring to the file in his hand.Helena understood that. She nodded and silently let Aaron return to his work. It was the risk of visiting people's offices. She didn't want to interfere with Aaron during his working hours. After all, who was she? She was not Aaron's employee or co-worker. So, it was unethical for her to be selfish and asked him to pay attention to her.Helena f
As a housewife, Helena had quite a lot of free time. She could say that the afternoon was a relaxing time. There wouldn't be Aaron who used any excuse to approach her. She was alone and free to use her time doing whatever she wanted to do.The situation of only living together with Aaron was quite advantageous. Her house chores were not too much, and most importantly, she could relax doing it. There was no obligation for her to be diligent. Aaron would voluntarily help her if she felt lazy. And if the reluctance was so heavy, she could call someone to do her work. It was easy, right?There were many things she could do to fill her spare time. Most often, she used it to look for new recipes. Though she didn't know when to try them. Or another activity that was no less frequent was watching movies, TV series, or whatever interested her, such as what she was doing. She was watching a romantic comedy film in her living room. And alone, of course. There were only fresh frui
"When is Blue's expected birth?" asked Helena, diverting the conversation to another topic. The video call with her best friend had not been ended. It would probably continue for quite a while, considering their habit of exchanging stories so often that they lose track of time.Blue was the temporary nickname of the baby Sophie was carrying. Sophie and her husband had not yet decided what to name their daughter. So, for a while, they called her Blue. The reason was that they both liked the color blue."Next month. Pray for me for everything to go smoothly," said Sophie at the end of her sentence. Yes, the prayers and support of those closest to her were what she really needed. If Sophie had the opportunity, of course, she would love to meet them face to face, not only face to face via gadgets. However, Sophie didn't blame the circumstances or her decision to stay away from her motherland. After all, Sophie was enjoying her life. There or anywhere, as long as she was ha
Aaron closed the car door a bit hard, then walked towards his house after making sure the car alarm was activated. He gently pushed to open the brown door, but it didn't open. He tried again, this time harder. Furthermore, it didn't work.Oh, he remembered something. Recently, he asked Helena to always lock the door. It was to prevent unwanted scenes because his wife was alone at home while he was working. He reached into his briefcase, looking for the house keys he had kept inside.The dark condition of the house welcomed him after successfully opening the brown door. His brows furrowed. It was getting dark. It was ten past five, yet none of the house lights was on. Where was his wife? Was Helena going out? But she said nothing to him. Besides, her car was still parked neatly in the garage.All his questions had been answered when his eyes caught a woman who was fast asleep on the sofa. A smile graced his face as he realized that the woman was Helena, the wife he lov
Apparently, her nap had quite an effect on her bedtime. If normally her eyes could quickly be closed by midnight, she would sleep even later that day. The drowsiness didn't land on her at all, though it was past eleven at night.Helena had tried to sleep. For almost an hour, she had been moving in her bed, trying to close her eyes, and hoped the sleepiness would come soon. This method usually was quite successful. She would relax her body and mind to enter the dream world at ease.But, this time not, her body refused to sleep despite the above methods. Actually, there was a feeling of tiredness because she had only rolled back and forth all this time without success. Giving up, at last, she chose to get up, turn on the nightlight, and find something to do.At first, she thought watching the drama was a good idea. But, suddenly, that desire disappeared before she even thought about the title she was going to watch. Too many times, she ended up awake until morning due t
Helena should not have tried. Indeed, what did she expect from a pair of lingerie? Nothing more than a sexy nightgown to seduce and tempt men, as happened to her husband. Luckily, Aaron let her go after lunging at her with a merciless kiss. Well, although his hands were wildly groping for her body anywhere. Yet, her greatest fear did not come true. It should relieve her. That was right, wasn't it?He was even kind enough to let her hide all morning. Oh, imagine how embarrassed she was! She, who had not wholly given her body to touch by him—Aaron knew that well—had actually challenged her own luck by standing half-naked, nearly naked, in front of him. So, she could not blame him if it ignited the embers of lust. And frankly, the fire burned inside her too. But before it was too late, she managed to stop it.Helena smiled sarcastically. Did she really do it? Wasn't her husband the one who had control over everything from the beginning? Her passion rose because of
"May I join?"The question, without further ado, just came out of the sweet mouth of a woman whose presence still left a surprise on Helena and Aaron's faces. Without waiting for an answer, the woman immediately sat down next to Aaron. Yes, next to Aaron so Helena could clearly see who the person that arbitrarily interfered with her quality time with her husband.Wanted to guess who? Yes, that was right. That woman was Beatrice, the person who the past few days had ruined her peace of mind and heart. Just look at her behavior at the moment. Beatrice shamelessly sat down beside her husband, even before being invited. That was rude, wasn't it?"Hello, Mrs. Houston."Only when their eyes met that Beatrice greet her as if her presence had just been noticed. Really, it was a fearless attitude. More desperate than the last time they met.Helena threw her body back and let the back of the chair keep her back straight against the woman with big guts. Beatrice had ma
Helena ushered Beatrice away with a triumphant smile on her face. Her eyes follow Beatrice's movements so that when the secretary turned around—Beatrice did it several times, maybe, because it was too hard for her to let go of the opportunity—Beatrice would see her happy expression also the scene of Aaron still holding her hands. She even waved her hand the last time Beatrice looked at them before leaving the restaurant.Only when Beatrice had completely disappeared, her attention was returned to the man in front of her. She cast a sharp glare at him as if that man was the suspect. But, it was true, wasn't it? Aaron was the source of the problem here. If her husband wasn't the man behind Beatrice's bold attitude, sure, she wouldn't feel this way. It felt like she was going to explode right away!The object of her annoyance could only be silent. Aaron knew that she was angry. The previous situation had clearly provoked her and made his wife's mood worse. He woul