Chapter 129: Victor - Helen 5

Chapter 129: Victor - Helen 5
But she said so; it wasn't that he didn't know her. If she didn't agree, she would definitely never see him again, and the important thing was that he would lose the only chance to be close to her.

And he just wanted to be with her, just wanted that.

He didn't know when, his heart, the image of that cold, quiet, lonely girl, had been filled.

Helen clenched her fists.

She said, "Everyone here is a witness; if you are not affected by my punches, and her life is not affected, then I will marry you."

Victor was a little suspicious; he immediately asked back with certainty: "Helen, if I don't die, but am beaten to a cripple by you, will you still marry me?"

Helen nodded seriously. "Once I say it, I will never take it back. After you accept being beaten by me, as long as you are still alive, no matter what happens to you, I will still love you with all my heart."

"Okay, you said it." Victor laughed comfortably.

This bet, he had to bet everything.

Using his life in exchange for her love was worth it.
He loved her, so no matter how stubborn, cold, fierce, strong, or heartless she was, he only loved her, because she was her, the Helen he loved the most, that was all.

Under the first rays of sunlight that had already shone above, Victor stood there, bravely sacrificing himself for his career to pursue his wife.

Everyone was both scared and surprised at this moment.

Some people admired Helen. What was so good about that girl that she was pampered by that guy? He used his body to vent his anger; some people were even angry on Victor's behalf.

People said he was stupid; if he didn't have this girl, he would have another girl. There were so many women in the world.

Such a young, fierce girl, marrying her would only make him miserable.

But Victor didn't care about anyone; he had his own thoughts, those people, what the hell did they know about their affairs?

Yeah, he likes to pamper his wife like that, his wife, he pampers her, he loves her, no matter what anyone says.

The moment Helen punched Victor twice and kicked him once, all in the stomach.

Everyone was shocked, looking at him with their eyes wide open.

"That guy, he's going to die."

"Why is that girl so cruel?"

Countless eyes turned to Helen, filled with anger on Victor's behalf.

As for Victor, he was still the same, his expression as if nothing had happened, even though those three punches seemed to want to take his life.

But he still tried not to fall.

His face was a little pale, he said, "Everyone here saw it. From now on, she will be my wife."

Helen frowned at him; her heart was in turmoil. She really didn't use all her strength just now. Why was his face so pale?

Is Victor hiding something from her? Is there something wrong with him?

The crowd of people whispered after seeing enough, and one by one, they left.

Finally, only Victor and Helen were left; the two of them stood there looking at each other.

Seeing that there was no one left, Victor took two steps in front of Helen.

His eyes were filled with joy. He said, "Dad is done punching, your words, do they still count?"

She looked at him, not saying a word, in her heart, she kept scolding him, this idiot, why did he do that? Actually, even if he didn't agree to her request, she would still like him.

She really didn't expect that, to save face for herself, he would use himself in exchange.

Just to be with her?

Victor held her two small hands, continued: "Hellen, can you go on a date with me? I need you to nod in agreement."

Helen looked up at him. The more she looked, the more she felt something was wrong. Just now, he was clearly normal, but why did his complexion get worse and worse?

His voice trembled: "Nod to me." Before he could finish his sentence, a mouthful of fresh blood gushed out of his mouth.

His mind immediately buzzed, his eyes blurred, and he was dizzy.

Fresh blood stained Helen's clothes.

She was both shocked and scared. "Victor."

Victor had no strength left, but just now, because everyone was watching, he had to try to stand firm.

He just collapsed onto her shoulder, his mouth still muttering nonstop.

"You've already agreed, don't... go back on your word..."

"Victor, Victor, what's wrong with you, Victor?" She frantically called out to him.

But he was still not conscious enough to answer her; he had already passed out.

Very quickly, Helen immediately brought him to his territory, and someone would take care of him.

With great difficulty, she carried him to the car.

Seeing his pale face, she felt sorry for him, "You idiot, I told you to take the hit, and you took the hit?" The black Maybach sped up on the road, heading straight towards Victor's base.
....
Fifteen minutes later.

Arriving, the manor here was not like Victor's house.

Helen had only been here once, when Victor and Sean brought her here.

As soon as they saw her, Ken and Ben ran out from the yard, "Sister Hellen."

"Hurry up and take Victor inside," Helen said hurriedly.

"What's wrong? What happened to him?" Ken and Ben both asked in panic.

"In the car, he's in the car..." Helen said as she turned around and opened the car door.

The other two followed, helping Victor out of the car, seeing blood all over his mouth, then seeing blood all over Helen's clothes, Ken asked in panic.

"Sister Hellen, were you two ambushed by thugs? The boss is still injured; he's in trouble this time."

"What? Injured? Still not healed?" Helen was stunned when she heard Ken's words.

He was still injured, yet he agreed to her unreasonable request, just because she agreed to be his girlfriend? This idiot, why? If she had beaten him up just now, would he have been saved?

Thinking of this, tears welled up in the corners of her eyes.

"I beat him up," Helen said in a trembling voice.

Both Ben and Ken turned to look at Helen in amazement.

Both of them seemed to be in disbelief. Why was their Boss beaten into a coma like this? They didn't understand the reason, but no one dared to ask why.

The three of them carried Victor into the great hall of the manor.

They walked into the nearest large room.
Putting Victor on the bed, Helen no longer paid attention to anyone; she just sat there looking at him.

Suddenly turning to Ben, she said, "Ben, can you get me a hot towel?"

Ben nodded without hesitation and immediately left.

The maid also went out to call the doctor.

In the room, there was only her and him.

Holding his two skinny hands, her tears fell, "Victor, you idiot, why did you do that? Before, weren't you very stubborn and overbearing? Even though I didn't agree, you still held my hand, secretly kissed me, and then hugged me. Why did you pamper me just now?"

Helen's eyes blurred.