The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage

One of the women with Helen had her fingers crossed and her eyes welling up with tears. “That’s right! I’m so jealous, Ms. Lane…”

Sean was smiling in turn.

With the vibes and the setting, there was no reason for Helen to say no!

Pressured by her employees and mother, Helen certainly found herself being washed along by the mood around her.

Before she could say yes, however….

“Oh, proposing at a bar? How lively!” This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.

Helen stiffened at the all–too–familiar voice and looked up to find Vicky, with Frank standing beside

her.

His expression was ice–cold, and Helen withdrew her hand by instinct!

“Frank, no…” she started to explain, only to glance at Vicky and remember that she and Frank were divorced.

What was the point of explaining?

And yet, she did not want to see Frank with another woman, just as she refused to let Frank see her accept Sean’s proposal.

Moments they shared together replayed in her mind, and she realized she could not forget the man whom she had lived with for three years.

On the other hand, Sean was glowering when Helen withdrew her hand.

He had almost succeeded! Frank Lawrence just had to mess things up during the critical moment!

Rising slowly, he turned toward Frank and Vicky, glaring as he growled, “Oh, what a coincidence, Ms. Turnbull.”

Vicky shrugged, putting a hand on Frank’s shoulder just then. “What, do you have a problem with me coming here to drink with my boy?”

“No,” Sean growled through his teeth. “But don’t you think it’s impolite to interrupt a proposal?”

Vicky laughed. “You’re really bossy, telling everyone what to do and now telling me not to speak up?

you’d have to take it lying down even if I tell you how fat your mom is.”

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“Hmph!” Sean snorted, feeling the pressing need to have Vicky and Frank leave right then. “Sure, 1 can’t tell you what to do, so why don’t you go and enjoy yourself?”

Vicky turned toward Frank. “Where should we sit, darling?”

Frank glanced at Helen, and then at the booth seat next to hers. “Right here.”

As Vicky and Frank sat down, Sean asked in frustration, “Do you have to sit there?”

Frank looked up in turn. “You don’t own this place, so I can sit wherever I want.”

“Fine, have it your way,” Sean growled and gingerly returned to his seat, pouring Helen another drink. “Let’s just ignore them and enjoy ourselves.”

Helen promptly waved him off. “No, thanks. I’m not feeling well.”

From the corner of her eyes, she was watching Frank–and Vicky, who was holding his arm as she poured him another drink. “Come on, dear. Cheers!”

Frank could clearly feel Vicky’s warmth even as he held his glass and picked up her faint sweet scent.

As for Helen, seeing Vicky totally enjoying herself and getting really comfortable with Frank left her clenching her knuckles.

Beside her, Gina snorted in contempt. “Just look at that homewrecker. How shameless of her to snuggle up to that lowlife!”

On the other hand, Sean was gritting his teeth in frustration before quietly whipping out his phone and heading to the washroom.