He Never Loved Me Until the Day I Finally Left Him novel Chapter 199

He never used to do things like this.

Even in their most passionate moments, he had merely been venting his carnal urges.

There was only raw, primal friction between them, never any tender affection.

The moment she felt his arms around her, she began to thrash wildly.

The harder she fought, the more agitated he became.

A purely physiological response flared to life, his gaze growing predatory as desire rushed through him.

His large, firm hands clamped onto her waist, squeezing warningly.

His deep, raspy voice brushed right against her ear, delivering a low, deliberate threat.

"Keep moving, and I'll take you right now," he muttered, sounding almost casual, though the threat was incredibly real.

She instantly went statue-still.

She knew he wasn't joking.

Seeing her submit, he murmured softly, "Go to sleep."

And then, he didn't make another move.

She kept her back to him, entirely unable to drift off.

She was a bundled mess of anxiety and terror.

More than anything, she couldn't decipher what the hell he was playing at.

After months of ruthless abuse, this sudden, overwhelming intimacy was completely unmanageable.

Meanwhile, the steady rhythm of his breathing soon filled the silence.

He had actually fallen asleep.

She tossed and turned internally for hours, exhaustion slowly wearing down her defenses.

Eventually, she succumbed to an exhausted sleep.

Almost the second her body finally relaxed, his eyes snapped open.

He had long since adjusted to the dark.

He stared at her with a wildly complex expression for a very long time.

Yet, he never made a move to disturb her.

She had obviously seen the scandal headline recently, though she had managed to keep her mouth shut until now.

It wasn't until Janetta had called her directly—not exactly crying, but sounding heartbreakingly wronged—that Grace had finally snapped.

She easily read between the lines.

Helena was weaponizing that bastard baby and the company shares to force Janetta out of the picture.

Grace already despised her daughter-in-law, and this blatant manipulation pushed her hatred to new heights.

Terrified that Janetta's pregnancy might be at risk, she couldn't hold back any longer and had called her son for an explanation.

"Tell me exactly what's going on!" she demanded, her tone sharpening.

After a long pause, his flat reply echoed back. "I have my own arrangements. Drop it, Mom."

"You—" Grace huffed indignantly.

But she knew full well she had zero control over her ruthless son.

He hung up on her.

Tossing his phone casually onto the counter, he returned his attention to the food.