Helena smiled in satisfaction when she saw Aaron and the vacuum cleaner in his hand. The man kept his promise to help her with the household chores. Not only that day because he often gave a hand. For example, he washed the dishes and the cooking utensils after using them. Especially on the weekend, which was his day off, his chores also increased.Helena had just finished drying clothes. She walked towards the kitchen. Then, she opened the large refrigerator to check their food supply stored there. There was a little left, but at least enough to make several kinds of meals for their lunch and dinner. It might be sufficient for tomorrow. So, not going shopping that day wouldn't be a problem.She took a tiramisu from the refrigerator. It was the dessert she made the day before. She deliberately served in medium-sized glasses to make it easier to eat. Relaxing after work was fun. It could be a form of reward for what she just did, washing and drying clothes.Helen

"Didn't you say you were going to order food?" Helena asked after ten minutes of sitting next to Aaron, and the man hadn't done what he said. Yeah, you are not wrong. Finally, she lowered her guard and let his arms wrap around her shoulders from the moment she sat there. And she didn't protest at all. More precisely, she was lazy to do it. She doubted she would win against her husband in a debate that she believed would occur once Helena showed her refusal."Oh, I almost forgot," said Aaron quickly. He then took his phone from the table in front of him. "What do you want to eat?" he asked, starting to scroll his fingers over his black smartphone.Helena looked at him while frowned her eyebrows. "Pizza. You said you'd order it.""Ah, yes. Pizza." Aaron responded as if the idea had been around for a long time. "Are you serious about ordering it?"The frown still lingered on her forehead. Helena looked at him in surprise. It was clear that she was interested

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.

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

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