Chapter 1663: 1663. Don’t think of everyone as dung beetles
So, he shamelessly started to explain:
"I swear to God, honey, you’re the one I love the most. She’s just a cripple; how could I be interested in her? I know she’s trying to seduce me, but when have I ever fallen for it? I’ve been loyal to you all my life, honey..."
This saccharine nonsense coming from this man’s mouth was anything but romantic; it made those around feel nauseated and awkward.
Before this man appeared, they might have believed that Helen Melendy actually seduced her husband.
After all, a woman with disabled legs, no matter how beautiful, probably wouldn’t have an easy time finding a husband. It’s not impossible she’d try to seduce someone else’s husband, especially if a man was nearby.
But now, they’d dismissed that thought.
This man wasn’t even taller than the woman sitting in the wheelchair, and he looked like he weighed over 180 pounds.
Not to mention the face—flat features and oily skin. Even if that woman couldn’t walk, she wouldn’t be interested in such an ugly and sleazy man, would she?
Yet the woman, after hearing her man’s cloying words, still let the scent of love pervade her eyes, proud to think she had beaten Helen Melendy, and smugly looked at her, saying:
"Did you hear that? My husband only loves me. Keep your shameless thoughts to yourself and stop trying to seduce my husband."
Helen Melendy hadn’t said a word from start to finish. In her eyes, this couple was nothing more than a pair of pests, and she had no reason to argue with vermin.
Especially this sleazy man. Every day when they shared the elevator, his eyes would stick to her. If it wasn’t for her current inconvenient situation, she’d have dug out this bastard’s eyeballs right then and there.
Seeing this shameless couple in front of her, she let out a laugh out of frustration.
She was naturally stunning, and when she laughed like that, it could dim the sunlight.
Though the man said with hypocrisy that he only loved his wife, he was dumbfounded upon seeing Helen Melendy’s radiant smile, nearly drooling.
The next second, he saw Helen Melendy’s smile gradually replaced by a fierce aura.
Even though she sat in a wheelchair, appearing to be in a weak position, her gaze alone made the man not dare to show the slightest bit of disrespect.
His gaze flickered guiltily, somewhat uneasily attempting to avoid Helen Melendy’s eyes, only to find her attention had already shifted from him to the woman.
"The same words I’ll repeat to you: if you enjoy eating shit, that’s your business. But don’t assume everyone else is a dung beetle."
Even the least educated person could detect the blatant sarcasm in Helen Melendy’s words.
She compared the man to a pile of shit, and the woman to a dung beetle that loves eating it, while also clearly stating she has no interest in their shit-like man.
Indeed, not just her—the beautiful woman—but the ordinary-looking women around wouldn’t even be remotely interested in this man, let alone stomach the thought of seducing him.
The woman exploded upon hearing this.
At the moment, it was after hearing Helen Melendy say those very words that she angrily toppled her wheelchair. Even now, in front of all these people, she dared to say it again.
Seeing the crowd trying to hold back their laughter, the woman’s face twisted with anger.
