He Never Loved Me Until the Day I Finally Left Him novel Chapter 256

"Don't push your luck, Helena," Sebastian warned, his tone dangerously low.

In the past, a warning like that would have sent her spiraling into frantic apologies.

Now, she just stared back, a spark of open defiance dancing in her eyes.

"My apologies. But if I don't push my luck while I still have the leverage, am I supposed to just wait around until I'm utterly crushed?" she replied, her face completely expressionless.

She knew the truth.

She was only running her mouth because she temporarily held the upper hand.

But she wasn't foolish enough to believe Sebastian would actually buy her greasy street food.

Not even Janetta had received that kind of subservient treatment, let alone her.

His little performance had already served its purpose; there was no need to take it further.

Deciding to end the conversation, she reached for the door handle to get the food herself.

Suddenly, Sebastian's large hand clamped down over hers.

Helena frowned, looking at him in total confusion.

"I'm getting out to buy some food," she stated calmly.

"Wait in the car," he ordered.

Helena was genuinely stunned.

Before she could process what was happening, Sebastian opened his door and stepped out into the chilly night air, striding smoothly toward the crowded food stall.

She watched him go in disbelief.

Wasn't he taking this charade a little too far?

Instinctively, she glanced back at Beau's car.

It had slowed down significantly, creeping along the road, though it hadn't come to a complete stop.

Helena figured that stopping completely would strip Janetta of whatever dignity she had left.

Janetta wasn't stupid. She knew how to play the tragic heroine perfectly.

Helena sat back in her plush seat and waited in silence.

The crowd of reporters gasped in collective shock.

No one expected the notoriously arrogant billionaire to be so blunt, completely disregarding Janetta's feelings in public.

Having delivered his statement, Sebastian turned to leave.

But the press wasn't done. "Mr. Hayes! Do you have any plans regarding Ms. Ramirez's return to the city?"

Sebastian's eyes darkened as he shot a predatory glare at the crowd.

The reporters felt a chill run down their spines.

"That is Ms. Ramirez's private schedule. I do not interfere," he said, his voice laced with frost.

"Ms. Ramirez is pregnant. Will her professional collaboration with your company continue?" the questions grew increasingly aggressive.

Sebastian's face remained a mask of stone. "The company will weigh the pros and cons internally."

His patience was clearly wearing thin, annoyance radiating from his rigid posture. "Are we done here? My wife is waiting."

It was an absolute refusal to entertain another word.