Helen’s POV:
George and I had wild, adventurous sex all afternoon.I felt so tired as if I had run a marathon.I lost
count of how many times we had a go at it.I only knew that he kept inserting his manhood deep into me
as if he didn‘t know the meaning of fatigue.
We hopped around in the nude, experimenting with every pose mentioned in the kama sutra from the
bedroom to the living room to the bathroom.
The apartment was full of traces of love juices and the scent of sex filled the whole place.
In the end, I had to beg for mercy as the insatiable George clamored for more.
At long last, he finally stopped! My body felt sore and weak.I covered myself with the quilt and didn‘t
want to move.
George was still as frisky as a lamb and put his arms around me and the quilt in a tight embrace.He
gently stroked my face with his fingertips and joked.
"You have poor physical strength.You need to exercise more.Then maybe we can have more fun
together!"
"Get the hell out!" I yelled at him.
It was not that my physical strength was poor.It was he that was too strong.He would transform into an
animal in heat every time we had sex.
My throat was almost hoarse and I felt like I was going to fall apart, but he was still as energetic as a
child set free to play outdoors.
George pinched my cheek and said with a smile, "You ungrateful woman! How can you just use me
and then throw me out onto the sidewalk like an old bicycle?"
How could he be so shameless? After hours of ongoing relentless action, he made it seem as if he had
had no fun at all! Ungrateful beast! I glared at him and said, "Use your energy to go and cook.I‘m
hungry."
If he persisted for another hour, he might have broken me and I would not be able to get out of bed.I
had taken the day off from work to recuperate so that I would be able to work to my optimum ability the
next day.I had certainly not taken leave so that George could tire me out.
"Wait here."
George got up from the bed with a bright smile.
This apartment had been empty for a while now so there was no food in the fridge.
It was too much trouble to go to buy things now, so George called the chief cook of the club downstairs
and asked him to send some food up.
"What do you feel like eating?" He showed me the menu.
"Anything will do."
While he was ordering, I quickly found a set of conservative home clothes to change into.
Although it was summer, I chose to wear a long–sleeved shirt and pants.
George saw through me at a glance.He couldn‘t help but chuckle.
"It‘s a waste of time.Trying to cover yourself up won‘t stop me from doing whatever I want to, whenever
I want to."
"Mind your own business." I glared at him, making a face.
Soon, the chief cook arrived and served the dishes in person.
During dinner, I received a video call from Lucy.
"Helen, aren‘t you at home? I called out for a long time but there was no answer."
What sounded like a complaint was actually the voice of a worried friend.
"Sorry, I was busy.My phone was muted and I didn‘t hear it," I explained, trying not to sound guilty
George looked up at me and mustered an obscene gesture.I blushed and gave him a secret wink,
indicating to him not to speak.
"So you won the case! How about we go out and celebrate? We haven‘t seen each other for such a
long time."
"No, I‘m so busy.Maybe another day."
I just wanted to have a good sleep to regain my strength.I didn‘t have an ounce of strength to step out
this apartment.
Besides, it wouldn‘t take Lucy long to see through what I had done just now.She would certainly
chastise me.
But Lucy was shrewder than I thought.I could not get one past her.
She read me like a book and said, "I bet George is with you, isn‘t he? Are you at George‘s place?"
Before I could answer, George decided to put her curiosity to rest.
"Yes, Helen is with me, but I have to correct you that this is not my place but hers."
"Don‘t act smart with me.What do you mean by her place? Did you put her name on the property
ownership certificate?" Lucy asked sarcastically.
George answered patiently, "Yes, you are absolutely right."
Lucy and I were both shocked out of our wits.
Was my name on the property ownership certificate of this apartment? When did George do it? Why
didn‘t he tell me? He had to seek my permission before he bought me an apartment, didn‘t he?
"Lucy, I have to go.Bye."
I immediately hung up the video call, looked at the man sitting opposite me and asked, perplexed,
"What do you mean? How could my name appear on the property owner certificate?"
George explained in a calm tone, "Before we got married, your mother left your identity documents
here so I had the apartment transferred under your name."
He spoke so casually as if it was no big deal.I put down the fork in my hand and stopped eating.
Then I said seriously, "Please take the apartment back."
I didn‘t want to have any financial entanglements with George.
Besides, I had my own apartment.I didn‘t need George to buy another one for me.
"There is no need to do that.This is our common property.We share everything.Whatever belongs to
me belongs to you," George explained coolly.
I asked curiously, "Aren‘t you afraid that I married you just for your money?"
"Did you?" He answered my question with one of his own.
Seeing his attitude, I stopped questioning but continued to eat silently.
George was always like this.He never expressed his true feelings to me directly.He also often evaded
my questions.
Since he didn‘t want to pursue a discussion on this topic, I lost interest.
Seeing that I was unhappy, George said seriously, "Helen, I would be glad if you really want my
money.I actually have nothing except for some money and properties.If you like them, you are welcome
to take them all."
What he meant was that in life, all he had was money, nothing else.
If his eyes were not so sincere, I would have thought that he was bragging.I slowly calmed down and
still firmly refused his offer.
George scowled and asked, "Why won‘t you accept it? You are my wife.Can‘t I give my wife a wedding
gift?"
I calculated the property management fee for this building in my mind and then ground my teeth.
"Because I can‘t afford the property management fee."
The problem was a very realistic one.
The monthly property management fee was higher than my salary.I wouldn‘t be so insane to burden
myself.
George looked at me helplessly "I’ll pay the property management fee.If you don‘t want it, I will leave it
to our child in the future."
When he mentioned our child out of the blue, I refused him vehemently, "What child? I don‘t want a
baby yet."
I wanted him to understand in no uncertain terms that my career was just taking shape and I did not
wish to complicate matters by having a baby in the near future.
George respected my decision.
"It doesn‘t matter.Sooner or later, we will have a child.It‘s always important to plan ahead for the
future.By the way, do you like boys or girls?"
He managed to successfully distract my thoughts.
I answered without hesitation, "Boys."
"Why?"
"Because boys are made of tougher stuff.It‘s too hard for girls to survive in this world."
George was stunned for a moment.
Then he stroked my hair lovingly and said in a loving whisper, "Okay, then we will have a son in the
future."
Since he was so open to my opinion, I added in a mood of compromise, "In fact, I don‘t mind if we have
a daughter.think you will be a great father."
George was a complete contrast to my father.He was a responsible and reliable man.
Irrespective of whether it was a boy or a girl, if I really became a mother one day, I would love my child
with all my heart and soul.
George nodded with a smile.
"Let‘s treat Lucy, Cece, and Kendal to dinner tomorrow at home.I‘ll book Cece‘s air ticket."
"What do you want to do?"
"It‘s time for us to officially tell them that we are married.We will have a little celebration with our closest
friends.At a later date, we can plan a lovely wedding ceremony.What do you think?"
"Can we discuss it later? The Spacetime Finance case is not yet over.I was busy with the lawsuit for a
good few days and now I‘m saddled with a backlog of work.I‘ll be busy for the next couple of days."
I knew that there were still many little problems between George and me that needed to be ironed out I
guessed George hadn‘t told his parents about our marriage yet.
Since he didn‘t want to talk about it to his parents now, I dropped the subject.I wanted to wait until he
convinced his parents.
Then it would be suitable to tell others.I was also a proud woman.I wanted my marriage to be
respectfully accepted by everyone.
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