Surprisingly, Sebastian didn't do anything else. He just kept his hand pressed over hers against her stomach.
"He's my son," his voice murmured softly. "Why can't I touch him?"
Those words left her speechless.
He made no further moves, simply resting his palm against hers to feel the life growing inside her.
Helena remained tense.
Her anxiety made her entire body rigid.
Because of their deep connection, the baby easily picked up on her stress.
So, he started moving again.
This time, kicking her even harder.
Helena winced in pain, a fine layer of sweat breaking out on her forehead.
"Settle down," Sebastian suddenly scolded in a low voice.
She froze, assuming the reprimand was meant for her.
After all, she was entirely used to his verbal abuse.
But his next words left her completely stunned, lost in a sea of confusion.
"Don't bully Mommy, or I'll teach you a lesson when you get out," he said, speaking directly to her belly.
The usually cold and imposing man seemed unexpectedly gentle in that moment.
She stared at him, bewildered.
His voice continued to drift into her ears. "Making this much trouble when you're only a few months along. Are you going to be a little devil once you're born?"
It was as if every time Sebastian spoke, the baby paused.
As if intimidated by the deep, rumbling voice.
Unlike the joyful fluttering it gave its mother, it suddenly became incredibly well-behaved.
Helena stayed silent.
Her muscles remained locked in tension.
She wasn't used to seeing him like this, nor was she used to this illusion that they were a normal couple eagerly anticipating their child.
She knew all too well that to him, this baby was nothing more than a tool.
Just like she was.
Yet, deep down, she also knew that this brief moment was exactly what she had secretly yearned for all along.
Before things between them had deteriorated so badly, she had dreamed of this countless times.
She had imagined getting pregnant and having him crouch down to talk to the baby.
Even now that she was pregnant, he couldn't immediately give her the status she deserved.
It was only natural that she'd act out and throw tantrums.
Those thoughts brought Beau's probing questions back to the forefront of his mind.
Was it possible Helena actually held a place in his heart?
Otherwise, why had he dragged out something as simple as a divorce for so long?
If he truly wanted to be ruthless, he had a hundred different ways to secure the inheritance.
Yet he had consistently refused to sign the divorce papers.
The realization made his gaze grow noticeably heavier.
"Sebastian..." Helena's voice broke the silence, calling his name.
There was a fragile thread of hope woven into her tone.
Even she didn't fully understand what she was hoping for.
But before she could finish her sentence...
He abruptly let her go.
The sudden release caught her off guard, sending her stumbling slightly against the headboard.

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