Awakening of the Scheming Wife
Chapter 82: Run? Yes!

Chapter 82: Run? Yes!

"If you have such a fetish, you should have told me. Every morning, instead of breakfast, I would ask someone to spank you." He said that so seriously that everyone in the room couldn’t understand if he was really being serious or was just joking.

They all looked at Helena, waiting for her reaction.

She looked at him.

That’s all.

No reaction or whatsoever.

She was just looking at him.

After a couple of seconds, they realized that she did not move at all.

She looked like she froze in time.

They all exchanged glances with each other.

Vernon just humiliated his wife in front of everyone by saying he would spank her. How could Helena take that lying down?

They were worried that the couple were about to fight and they would suffer in the middle for no reason.

After a couple of minutes of silence, Vernon too felt the danger he was facing now.

He gulped on his saliva and his adam’s apple moved in his throat.

He slowly stood up and placed the dress in one of the woman’s hands and turned around, facing the door.

He was ready to flee for his life.

Just before he took a step towards the door, he felt his shirt on the back being tugged.

(Is my shirt stuck to something? What stupid timing is this?) He thought to himself with gritted teeth.

Without turning back, he used his hand to free his shirt, but it wouldn’t release.

He had a bad feeling about this.

He mechanically turned his head to look at the other people in the room.

They all gave him a look, and he instantly understood what was going on.

He pursed his lips and closed his eyes in despair.

He felt the tug on his shirt.

He turned back to look at his shirt and found it being gripped by Helena.

Her face looked the same as earlier. No expression whatsoever.

But that only scared her more.

"Hehe?" Vernon tried to laugh it off.

His reaction made everyone stifle a laugh.

"Hehe my foot! You! Come here! See how I will deal with you today," Helena scolded and took a comb from the dressing table before going behind him.

Vernon had long taken off at the first chance he got and started running around the room. For some reason, he couldn’t reach the door to escape at all.

So, Vernon was running around the room while Helena was hot on his tail with a comb in her hand, which looked more like a baseball bat with how she was holding it.

"Ahh!! Don’t come near me. I am sorry I am sorry, okay? I was just joking. I am really sorry. Ahhh!! Stop! F*ck! Where is the door to this room? Where did the door vanish to, when I needed it the most? Ah!!!!!! Stop coming after me!!" Vernon screamed while running.

"Looks like the door is on my side as well, you dumb piece of sh*t! Come here. Where are you running to? Didn’t you say you will do whatever I want? I want you to taste my comb right now. Where are you escaping to? Stop right there," She even started to curse at him while she ran behind his back.

Thankfully, the room was very large and even with their commotion, the other people still were somehow able to stand in the middle of the room.

When Jemma entered the room, this was the scene she witnessed.

She was greatly shocked by what she was seeing, "What is going on here?"

"Sister-in-law, save me. She is trying to kill me," Vernon pleaded with her and took refuge behind her back while complaining about Helena.

"Sister Jemma~ Look at him. Do you know what he was saying earlier? I can’t even repeat it. You should help me scold him. No, you should actually beat him up. That is a better way to teach him a good lesson." Helena whined and complained to her as well.

She even raised her hand to reach behind Jemma to beat Vernon, who dodged easily.

Jemma spread her hands wide and stood in the middle of them like a wall before speaking, "Stop. Stop. What exactly is going on here? Why are you both fighting this time?"

Before she could even come to her senses, they both came to her and started to speak their sides of the stories, and she couldn’t understand a thing.

They both repeated what they said earlier, but this time slowly.

Jemma sighed, "You both! Seriously? Do you know how old you are now? You are already married. When will you grow up? What is the occasion today, and what are you doing?"

"But she..."

"But he..."

They both pointed their fingers at each other and opened their mouths at the same time, ready to complain, but Jemma raised her hand and stopped them, "No. Not a word more. You both shush."

Both of them pouted but stayed silent obediently.

Jemma looked at them and sighed again, but the corners of her lips curved upwards slightly.

She felt that they were still the same bickering children as they were before and found them cute.

But she did not show that to them and kept a stern face.

She turned back to look at Vernon, who was still hiding behind her, and pinched his ear.

"Ahh!!" Vernon winced in pain.

Jemma twisted his ear and pulled him to her front, "You, Vernon. How old are you? Don’t you know how to talk to women? It was your wife, nonetheless. Even if you want to flirt with your wife, you have to do that in private. Not in front of everyone. How could she face the others if you did that?"

Vernon pouted, but he did not say anything back. Once Jemma was done teaching him a lesson, he nodded, "I know, sister-in-law. I am sorry. I just said that as a joke. Then I realized my mistake and apologized to her as well."