Awakening of the Scheming Wife
Chapter 81: Normal? Yes!

Chapter 81: Normal? Yes!

Everyone knows that he was joking and that was how he had been.

So, they couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

Helena looked at him and continued with his play, "Sure. But if I see another lady’s things at your place, I will leave immediately. You sure?"

"What should I do with my wife’s things then? She will kill me if she finds that I moved her things," He pursed his lips sadly but the dramatic way he did that was the exact opposite of being sad.

Helena raised an eyebrow and smiled, "It’s good that you know."

She is no longer the girl he met on the street but his wife.

Vernon chuckled, "Of course I know. How many times have you beaten me just because I moved your things in school?"

As he spoke, he walked towards her and leaned against the mirror, crossed his legs and looked at her.

His hand subconsciously reached for a bottle on the table and he started spinning it.

Helena slapped his hand to stop his actions, "Hey, stop playing around with it. Do you know how expensive that bottle is? This is why I have to beat you all the time. Otherwise, only God knows how many of my things would have been destroyed by you."

Vernon’s lips twitched and he placed the bottle back before he retreated his hand.

He clicked his tongue, "How expensive can it be? Are we so poor that I can’t even buy this one bottle? If you want, I will buy you a hundred of these. Tell me, do you want them?"

His voice sounded arrogant and like he wanted a beating from her.

"Do you think I can’t afford those hundred? But why should I waste this good one? I am not a spendthrift like you. What are you even doing here in my room? Get lost!" She pushed him away.

"Hey, I am not a spendthrift, okay? I just know not to worry about small things all the time. I prefer enjoying life compared to worrying." Vernon said, without budging from his place even though she pushed him. He just ignored her words about getting lost.

Helena, too, didn’t push him too hard. She didn’t exactly want him to leave either.

She just let the topic be and looked at him, "So? How do I look?"

"Didn’t I already say? You look pretty," Vernon said directly.

He was used to praising his wife for her looks in his past life and that came so naturally to him.

But the people around them felt that the couple were being lovey-dovey. They are a newlywed couple after all.

They are not just newlyweds but they are also too young. They just reached the age of marriage and their families made them get married.

So, seeing such a young couple flirting in front of their eyes, everyone was looking at them curiously as if they were watching a cute romantic movie for free.

Helena blushed at his direct words as well. "Am I?" She cleared her throat before speaking normally and looking at her reflection in the mirror once again.

"Of course, you are pretty. What’s this flower? Is that your hair? Wow! That’s some creativity over there. Who even had this idea that you could craft a flower using your hair? Who did this?" Vernon looked at her hairstyle and asked.

Everyone immediately pointed their fingers at the hairstylist, who also raised her hand and meekly replied, "It’s me, second master. I did that but it wasn’t my idea. It was the Second Madam’s own creation. I just followed her instructions. That’s all."

There is no way she would try to take credit in front of the rich young masters.

She had seen many rich men in her line of work and their wives getting jealous for the smallest issues. It is always better to keep a safe distance from these rich men. Mostly married men. That was what she had learned in her career.

Helena saw her meek look and smiled, "Even if it was my idea if it wasn’t for your talent, there is no way this could have been a success."

The hairstylist did not say anything and calmly smiled at her.

Vernon and Helena did not think much and they were engaged in their conversation again.

"Where is your dress? When will you put it on?" Vernon asked her.

"It’s over there," Helena sighed as she pointed her finger at the dress.

"Why is your expression like that?" Vernon asked.

"Like what?"

"Like you are scared to enter the battlefield?" Vernon laughed.

Helena pouted. She slapped his arm lightly, "Yeah, yeah. Continue laughing. What do you know about how much I have to suffer wearing that dress?"

"Suffer? Wearing a dress? What are you talking about?" Vernon asked.

"Look at that dress and then look at my waist. Do you think I can breathe while wearing that?" She asked back.

Vernon blinked his eyes. He walked to the dress, took it off the hanger, and brought it to Helena. He held the waistline of the dress against Helena’s waist and studied it carefully.

"Hmm... it really is small. Who got this dress? Didn’t you give your measurements before the dress was made? How can they make a mistake like that?" He frowned and asked seriously.

If he was left like that, he would definitely scold the dress designer and everyone who worked in his office.

Helena blinked her eyes. She actually did not expect such a serious reaction from him. She was just casually complaining about her troubles to him, not really expecting anything.

But she couldn’t help but smile at his reaction.

Seeing his serious expression, she grabbed his hand and smiled, "Relax. This is normal. Wearing a size smaller for such events is very normal. No one made a mistake."

Vernon blinked his eyes, "Is it? Why do you want to torture yourselves like that? You can wear a dress your size, right? Do you like being tortured so much? If you have such a fetish, you should have told me."

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