He Never Loved Me Until the Day I Finally Left Him novel Chapter 140

A noise from the hallway cut the conversation short.

She quickly hung up just as Sebastian pushed the door open.

She masked her panic flawlessly. He clearly saw her slip the phone away, but didn't call her out on it.

Strolling casually across the room, he stopped right in front of her.

She met his gaze, schooling her features into pure indifference.

"The Butler tells me you haven't been touching your snacks. Is the food not to your liking?" he asked, his tone deceptively mild.

It sounded like a standard question.

"If you don't like The Chef's cooking, I'll have him thrown out and hire someone else." He said it with such casual cruelty that she flinched inwardly.

She frowned slightly. "I'm just nauseous. I don't have an appetite."

He scrutinized her face, and she held firm.

But staring into those pitch-black eyes gave her a sinking feeling of dread.

Moments later, The Butler entered, followed closely by The Chef and The Nutritionist.

"Your afternoon snack, ma'am," The Butler announced deferentially.

Helena glanced down.

It was a masterclass in culinary perfection, utilizing the finest ingredients. Normally, it would be mouthwatering.

But the sight of it just turned her stomach.

"Why don't you try a bite?" Sebastian suddenly leaned in, holding a spoonful right to her lips.

The rich scent of Chicken Broth hit her senses.

A wave of nausea slammed into her—whether from the broth or from his suffocating proximity, she wasn't sure.

She turned her head away in disgust.

"Lena, you're starving my son," he purred.

The pet name was intimate, but the deadly undertone in his voice was a blatant threat.

She knew his patience was thinner than ice.

His recent kindness was nothing but a fragile veneer.

If she pushed him too far, he would find creative new ways to punish her.

She really was going to lose her mind in this house.

Not wanting to spark a war, she forced herself to swallow the broth.

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