Chapter 127: Victor - Helen 2

Wasn't that strange phone number the girl he thought about day and night?

It's over, Victor, oh Victor, someone texted him a Merry Christmas, so he should also wish her a Merry Christmas.

He didn't lose any fat.

But here, there was only the word "Nonsense".

Stupid enough.

...

At her house, after Helen personally texted Victor, her face immediately tensed up, sitting like a statue waiting for him to text back.

To be honest, this was her first time texting a man; she didn't know how to start, how to text.

Back home, there was no one to argue with, no one to punch; it had been almost a year, she hadn't seen Victor, and she missed him a little.

Christmas came, the holidays, everyone was in pairs, but she, a 30-year-old girl without love.

It was impossible not to be sad.

Thinking of Victor, her heart kept pounding.

It took her a whole week to get his phone number from Parker.

Then she hesitated all day, finally daring to text Victor.

She was a female assassin.

But no matter what, she was still just an ordinary girl, nothing more, nothing less; she also had a heart and self-respect.

It was difficult for her to actively pursue a man.

After a whole day of hesitation, at night, she mustered up the courage to text him a congratulatory message, so nervous that she forgot to write her name, just texted "Merry Christmas" and sent it.

She didn't know that Victor didn't recognize her.

The message was just sent back, she happily picked up the phone to read it, but.

What the hell is this? "Nonsense".

Helen's face darkened, and her mind felt like it was about to explode.

Damn it, you bastard, I used my honor to text you, and you said I was nonsense.

Then you can just stay there and play by yourself.

Just like Victor said, after Helen read the message, she was so angry that she wanted to die.

After sending the message, Victor didn't think much, got up, and went into the house.

Entering the room, lying on the bed, another year of boring single life passed. At his age, Parker had four children, Draco had one, Tobias had two, and Sean's wife was pregnant.

Even Albert had a child.

But he, single room, single pillow, was bored to death.

That's right, it's not that he didn't want to find someone to love, to marry, to care for, to cherish, to worry about that person, but he couldn't, or rather, he didn't have the chance.

Because of his background, he had no father, no mother, no relatives, and he was the boss, fighting and killing. Today, he bled for the territory here; tomorrow, he was beaten and bruised, occupying another place.

If he didn't fight, someone would fight back.

His life was always full of danger, living today, dying tomorrow, so no girl dared to marry him.

If she married him, she would be a widow and miserable.

Thinking about his family, his eyes suddenly stung. People say that at night, people become true to themselves.

Victor was no exception. He also knew suffering and love, like everyone else.

He also needed someone to care for, love and take care of, share everything with him, but where could he find someone?

He was also miserable.

The night passed silently, endlessly, and staying up all night made him realize how long the night was.

It was almost 1 am, and Victor still couldn't sleep. He sat up, groped for his phone, and turned it on.

He was shocked.

Oh my god, what was going on? Dozens of messages were sent from a strange phone number.

When he entered the bedroom, he left his phone on vibrate mode, didn't touch it, so he didn't know. Now he opened it again.

Opening each message one by one, reading each message one by one, his face changed from pale white to red, then black, then purple like a pig's liver, like a chameleon changing color.

Because all those messages were cursing him.

Bastard, damn idiot... all kinds of things.

Victor looked at the message, the corner of his eyes twitched, looking at each word in the message, his pupils almost fell out.

He only texted one word, "Nonsense".

Yet he was cursed dozens of times, like the owner of that strange number ate tiger liver, drank bear bile or something, dared to send curse messages in the middle of the night, and cursed so many times.

Swearing like he had never cursed before.

After exiting the message, he didn't hesitate; he immediately dialed the number.

But after calling five, seven times, the other end of the line rang, but no one answered.

Isn't that crazy?

It seemed like the other end of the line knew who he was, not only that, they knew him very well.

But in this entire city, A, there was only one person who dared to curse and tease his guts like that.

Could it be...

Victor frowned slightly. Helen, could it be her?

He calmly thought about it. Sure enough, from the time he was born until now, he had lived for 31 years, but no one had ever dared to curse or argue with him.

Only Helen was the one who could do that.

Because if it were her, he would unconditionally let her act so recklessly, let her freely tease him.

Because he liked her.

It was that simple.

Suspecting that the strange number belonged to Helen, Victor no longer hesitated; he immediately texted that number.

\\\[Helen, is that you?\\\]

Very quickly, there was a reply message from that number.

\\\[You dare say I'm nonsense?\\\]

Victor's eyes flashed with joy.

It was indeed her.

He texted again.

This time, he kept it short.

\\\[Hellen, I miss you.\\\]

This time, the reply message was very long.

But it was only two words. \\\[Good night.\\\]

That's it.

Without any more words, Victor was a little disappointed.

Surely everyone knows that he misses her very much.

But she doesn't miss him at all?

He breathed a sigh of relief, then lay down on the bed.