He Never Loved Me Until the Day I Finally Left Him novel Chapter 192

The baby, which had only just settled down, began moving again.

Helena instinctively placed a hand over her stomach.

Whenever the baby grew restless, simply resting her hand there was usually enough to soothe it.

It was the innate connection between mother and child.

Sebastian watched her with a heavy gaze, saying nothing.

"Ah!" she suddenly gasped, her brows knitting together in discomfort.

His expression shifted.

Then he noticed it.

The baby was kicking her.

She was wearing her pajamas in bed, and as he had pulled her, her shirt had ridden up, exposing her belly.

She was slender, her skin taut over her pregnant stomach.

During her check-ups, the OB-GYN had jokingly remarked that she was all baby.

And now that the baby was bigger, those kicks packed a surprising amount of force.

Sebastian could even clearly make out the outline of a tiny foot pressing against her skin.

Helena was gently rubbing that exact spot.

But the more she rubbed, the more enthusiastic the baby became.

Her voice was impossibly gentle. "Be good, baby. Mommy's right here. Be good."

She coaxed the child, completely unbothered by Sebastian's presence.

It was a stark contrast to the defensive wall she had thrown up against him moments ago.

As she soothed the baby, a faint smile graced her lips.

One didn't even need to see her eyes to know how much tenderness radiated from them.

It was pure, unfiltered maternal love.

And the child she was carrying belonged to him.

Sebastian's gaze turned somber, a flicker of complex emotion flashing through his eyes.

Almost involuntarily, he parted his lips. "Does this little rascal always kick you like that?"

His tone was measured and unexpectedly low, completely devoid of the grim hostility from earlier.

Without warning, Sebastian had placed his hand directly over hers on her stomach.

Driven by pure instinct, she tried to shove his hand away.

But the moment her fingers brushed his, his large hand shifted and enveloped hers completely.

Helena was stunned.

Paralyzed by the unexpected contact, she stared blankly at their joined hands.

His long fingers slipped through hers, intertwining them firmly.

Her hand rested beneath his, still pressed against her skin.

And his hand blanketed hers.

Suddenly, the air in the room grew thick with an unspoken intimacy.

"Let go of me," she demanded, snapping back to reality and instinctively fighting him.

She tried to push him away, but his grip only tightened.

Her heart began to pound with anxiety.