Todos os capítulos de Plus-Size Secretary: A Contract Marriage with My Boss: Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

The master bedroom of the Smith family mansion felt unbearably silent and cold as Hellena stepped inside. The drizzle outside had grown heavier, tapping softly against the windowpanes as though it, too, mourned the destruction of the curvy woman's heart.Hellena switched on the bedroom light, ignoring the bottom of her blue velvet gown, which had become slightly damp. With fingers that were still trembling, she removed the luxurious evening gown and changed into the simplest casual clothes she owned—a loose cotton T-shirt and a pair of plain long pants. There was no trace of makeup left on her face, nor any pearl jewelry. All that remained was her pale face with a pair of swollen, reddened round eyes.Hellena pulled her medium-sized suitcase out of the wardrobe. One by one, she folded her simple clothes and placed them inside the suitcase. She deliberately did not touch a single luxurious item, expensive dress, or piece of jewelry that Kael had bought for her over the past few months.

The night grew later, marked by the light drizzle that had gradually subsided, leaving behind a chill that pierced the skin. The taxi carrying Hellena pulled over at an open-air nighttime dining area. Rows of hanging yellow lights illuminated the neatly arranged wooden tables beneath the night sky. Hellena stepped out of the taxi, pulling her medium-sized suitcase behind her as she searched for an empty table in the quietest corner, far from the other diners.As soon as she sat down, Hellena called for a waiter. Without hesitation, she pointed to several dishes on the menu: a large portion of honey-glazed grilled beef ribs, crispy fried chicken with spicy seasoning, a bowl of hot beef soup, two servings of warm steamed rice, and a cold drink. To Hellena, the most effective way to cope with a shattered heart was to bury all the pain in food. She wanted to fill the emptiness gnawing at her stomach, hoping that a full stomach would ease the tightness in her chest, even if only a little.

The taxi speeding through the night became a silent witness to the devastation left behind. Hellena sat in the back seat, resting her head against the cold, fogged-up window. The image of Kael standing frozen beneath the dim streetlights gradually faded away, swallowed by the rainwater streaking across the outside of the glass.Kael had run several steps, trying to catch up with the taxi with the last remnants of his ragged breath. However, as the taxi accelerated, it completely shattered the man's hope. Kael stopped in his tracks, drenched from head to toe, allowing his tall figure to remain motionless in the middle of the deserted sidewalk.The sound of his heavy breathing echoed hoarsely through the light drizzle. Kael stared straight down the empty road where the taxi had disappeared, then clenched both of his fists tightly."At least... she's still willing to be my secretary," Kael murmured softly in his extremely hoarse baritone voice. A faint smile filled with fear appeared on

The hurried sound of footsteps shattered the silence of the second-floor corridor in the Smith family mansion. Hellena strode across the back terrace without greeting or even glancing at the head butler, who stood anxiously near the door. In her hands, she tightly held a first-aid kit and a small bowl filled with warm water.In the dimly lit corner of the terrace, Kael was still sitting on the rattan sofa. The wine bottle in his hand was nearly empty, while the blood on the back of his right hand had begun to dry, leaving dark stains around the shards of glass still embedded in his skin.Without saying a single word, Hellena walked over to him. She pulled over a small wooden chair, sat directly in front of Kael, and placed the bowl of warm water and the first-aid kit on the table. With swift, practiced movements and an expression as cold as ice, she reached for Kael's bloodied right wrist.Kael flinched. His eagle-like eyes, which had been dull moments before, instantly widened in dis

The echo of Kael's hand slamming against the desk still left a faint vibration across the mahogany surface. Several sheets of the meeting report had even shifted slightly from their neat stack. Yet the curvy woman seated behind the desk neither flinched nor showed the slightest trace of fear.Hellena merely stopped tapping on her keyboard. She calmly straightened the displaced stack of papers before looking up at Kael with clear, steady eyes that remained completely unaffected by the baritone roar of the man standing before her."Is something wrong, Boss?" Hellena asked in an exceptionally calm and formal tone. "Was my manner of speaking disrespectful? Or is there another appointment that conflicts with our schedule at ten o'clock?"Kael clenched his left fist tightly against the desk while the pain in his bandaged right hand throbbed relentlessly. He stared at Hellena with his jaw locked tight. He felt incredibly furious, deeply frustrated by her indifference. Every outburst, every d