He Never Loved Me Until the Day I Finally Left Him novel Chapter 200

When Wynn wheeled himself out of his room, he spotted Sebastian and happily called out, "Brother-in-law!"

"Morning. You're up?" Sebastian casually struck up a conversation with him.

"Are you making breakfast? You're so good to my sister!" Wynn cheered, thrilled.

Sebastian simply nodded, not bothering to deny the praise.

The two of them exchanged easy banter.

Wynn's mental capacity was currently locked at that of a young teenager, armed with an endless stream of questions.

He was obviously in vastly better spirits than before.

When Helena walked downstairs, this was the exact scene she walked into.

She stopped dead in her tracks, pure disbelief written all over her face.

So last night hadn't been a hallucination. He really had stayed.

Watching him chat so patiently with her brother, almost indulging his childish questions, made her stomach churn.

She thought he was incredibly hypocritical.

But she also knew that this kind of weaponized hypocrisy was his most terrifying trait.

He could bury his ruthless cruelty without a trace.

He could fool the entire world into believing he was completely harmless.

And right when you let your guard down, he would strike, leaving you entirely powerless to fight back.

It was a terrifying skill she could never hope to replicate.

And because of Wynn, she had to play right along with him, acting the part of the deeply-in-love wife.

Because she couldn't bear to let her brother worry.

She bit her lip, suppressing her overwhelming disgust and discomfort.

This entire setup was a suffocating cage, and she was completely trapped inside.

"Lena, you're up!" Wynn noticed her and waved excitedly.

She forced a smile, shoving her dark emotions aside.

Sebastian's gaze shifted to her, slightly heavy.

His voice gave absolutely nothing away. "Awake? Good timing. Breakfast is ready."

His tone was so casually domestic, it was as if they were a genuinely happy couple, completely devoid of any performative edge.

"Alright," she replied stiffly.

That was, in fact, exactly how she liked her eggs.

Did he... did he actually know that?

She forcefully shut the thought down.

She lowered her head and ate quietly, not making a sound.

Sebastian didn't seem to mind her silence. He grabbed a black coffee and a sandwich, pulling out the chair right beside hers.

As his masculine scent drifted over, her nerves spiked instantly.

But with Wynn watching, she managed to keep her reaction subdued.

She just kept eating.

Wynn chatted animatedly with him, and Sebastian answered every question with easy grace.

She was reduced to a mere passive observer in her own life.

The single meal felt like it dragged on for a century.

When she finally choked down the last bite and went to stand up...

He suddenly reached out and wrapped his hand securely around hers.