The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Helen made a face. “Sorry. I’m not used to sharing a bed.

“Tut, tut… How innocent.” Vicky clicked her tongue, but soon realized something. “So you never shared a bed with Frank while being married to him?

Does that mean he’s a virgin? Well, your loss.” Helen was immediately upset and snapped through gritted teeth, “You’re delusional–we already did it.” Then, rubbing chin as if in recollection, she added, “He’s good. You can try him yourself when you have the time.” Vicky pursed her lips, her visage flashing coolly for a moment before she laughed. “That’s alright- being experienced is fine. I’d rather not have virgins myself.” However, Helen sharply noticed the cool look on her face and was satisfied to one–up her. “Really? Then take your time. I’ve gotten bored of him already.” With that, Helen strode out of the room and breathed a long sigh, feeling disappointed even though. she had won this round.

After all, she and Frank never did it–she did not actually have anything over Vicky.

“You’re up?” Frank appeared just then, startling Helen.

“Y–Yeah… What are you doing here?” she asked, patting her chest to calm herself down.

“I’m heading downstairs for breakfast. Do you want some?” Frank asked, doing his best to keep his tone even.

pass,” Helen replied, keeping her lowered in

McCoy locked me up?” Frank shook his head. “Nope.

and said, “Anyway, thanks for helping Grandpa.” “I

yesterday… I didn’t know Sean

lengthily. “I have no right to meddle with your decisions on who to marry. That said, I’d still rather you show some judgment when it comes to character–I won’t mind telling you whiskey was drugged yesterday.” “What? Who did it?” Helen paled in shock, though it was not surprising when she

she was not a particularly good drinker, she should not have passed out

it, but it’s

you,” Helen