Awakening of the Scheming Wife
Chapter 40: Heavy? No!

Chapter 40: Heavy? No!

Helena knew Vernon’s talent as well.

So, she used the chance to slip away slowly and went upstairs towards her Mother’s study.

She had a study of her own in the villa, and even after her death, the room stayed the same without disturbing anything.

If Mother Ford had something to hide, she would definitely keep them in that room instead of her bedroom.

So, Helena entered the room. When she saw the family portrait of three on the desk, her eyes watered.

She took the photo frame and used her hand to clean the dust covering the glass.

Her finger lingered on her mother’s smiling face and she softly mumbled, "Mom." Her lips trembled as the tears tried to leave her eyes, which she fought against.

She took a deep breath and placed the picture back on the desk. She started to search all the documents on the desk first, and then in the drawers.

Then she went to the cupboards and went through the things inside.

No matter how much she searched, she did not find anything important.

After searching for a long time, she took a stool and climbed it to look at the top of the shelf. She couldn’t see anything there as the shelf was a bit too long. She used her hand to feel through the things above.

The dust there was too much, but Helena did not care about that and continued her search.

It was almost empty, but her fingertips touched something hard. When she went on her tips to reach it, she felt the thing go farther away from her. She pushed it unknowingly.

She was already on her tiptoes, and she couldn’t go any higher.

She still tried, but the stool tilted, and she fell with a scream, "Ahh!!"

With her eyes closed, she expected to fall hard to the ground, but that did not happen. Instead, she was lying in a soft embrace.

She slowly opened her eyes to see Vernon’s dark and clear eyes looking back at her.

"Are you okay?" Vernon asked while gasping for air. He clearly ran over in time just to catch her and was scared by the incident as much as Helena was.

Helena gulped on her saliva. She slowly nodded as no words came out of her lips.

"Uff, that’s good. I got scared for a second there. But damn, you are heavy. Will you get down now? I can’t hold you any longer. I think my arms are about to break and fall off." Vernon innocently blinked as he rambled in ’fear’.

"..." Helena was speechless.

Why is it that in the movies and dramas, this scene was supposed to be the most romantic while in her life, she wanted to beat him up for good so that he would stay in the hospital for a good few days?

With her face dark, she gritted her teeth and said, "Put me down."

Vernon blinked his eyes again. He felt that he was innocent, and still he was being scolded.

So what if the movies and the dramas showed this scene as romantic? It was the man who held the woman and suffered. What would women know about the struggles of the men? Hmph!

He placed Helena down and started to shake his hands before massaging them.

Helena gritted her teeth when she saw his actions. In anger, she raised her leg and roughly stomped on Vernon’s leg.

"Ahhh!" Vernon held his leg in the air in pain. "What was that for?"

His eyes watered from the pain. She did not hold her strength at all. She even used her heel so that the pain would multiply.

She is talented in making others suffer, alright.

Helena just pouted her lips, crossed her arms, and turned away from him, sulking. She doesn’t want to answer.

Vernon did not care. He was busy dealing with his hurting leg and aching arms.

Once he felt he could stand normally, he looked at her and asked, "What were you looking for over there? If you couldn’t reach, you should have called for me, right?"

Helena did not reply. She was still sulking.

She was clearly not heavy. She was as light as a feather. Yet, her husband called her heavy.

She decided to hold a grudge.

Vernon looked at the back of her head, and his lips twitched. "Childish."

Helena turned to look at him and glared.

Vernon found her expressions amusing and cute. He subconsciously raised his hand and pinched her scrunched up nose.

Before she could slap his hand away, he escaped and pulled the stool. He got on top of it to search for what Helena was looking for.

His hand touched a small wooden box, and he grabbed it immediately.

He took and inspected it. It did not look anything special. Just a normal wooden box with a small lock on the front.

He touched the lock and pulled it, then twisted it to see if it would just loosen up and open.

But it did not happen. He got down from the stool and showed it to Helena, "Is this what you were looking for?"

"I don’t know. If we see what’s inside, we will find if there are any clues in it or not," Helena said, looking at the box.

"Do you have the key?" He asked her.

Helena shook her head.

"Then what do we do?" He asked.

"Break it."

"How?" He asked again.

"Use your hand," She replied casually.

"..." Vernon looked at her like she had two heads. "Are you crazy? This is my hand. Not a hammer."

"Yeah, I forgot that you are too weak to break a small box." Helena’s grudge came out.

"Hey. I am not weak. Do you think anyone can break this box with their bare hands? This is a wooden box. Not a pistachio or candy." Vernon felt incredulous. Where did all her fantasies come from?

They should all be blamed on those romantic movies and novels she watches, right?

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