Sebastian's brows knitted as he looked at Helena.
Helena's gaze landed on Janetta before she turned a half-smile toward the butler. "Neither Mr. Hayes nor I agreed to let Ms. Ramirez in. Arthur, since when do you make these decisions on your own?" Her tone was mild but sharp.
Arthur was dumbfounded. In his memory, Helena had always been incredibly easygoing. She never gave anyone a hard time, nor did she ever interfere with the affairs of the Hayes Estate. Because of that, he had grown accustomed to making his own calls without consulting her. It wasn't out of disrespect, but simply because there seemed to be no need. Even if he did ask, she would just smile and agree.
But the rules of the Hayes Estate were absolute—guests were only permitted with the explicit approval of Sebastian or Helena. The problem was... the guest was Janetta. Knowing her history with Sebastian, Arthur had instinctively ushered her inside. Now, caught off guard by Helena's questioning, he found himself in a tight spot.
"Mrs. Hayes, well..." Arthur looked at her awkwardly, though his eyes darted toward Sebastian for help.
Helena wasn't oblivious to his silent plea. She lowered her head and let out a faint, airy laugh. "Sebastian," she called out softly, breaking the tension.
Sebastian's burning gaze locked onto her. It was the first time in a long while that she hadn't addressed him with icy formality. Even though he knew she was playing a game, he couldn't deny that he liked the sound of his name on her lips. It reminded him of the days before their relationship had shattered—when she would look at him with a soft, affectionate gaze, her eyes holding nothing but him. Human nature was funny that way; men always craved what they had already lost.
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