She was just a tool to him. It wasn't her place to interfere in his twisted romance with Janetta.
"I just wanted to know how much longer we have to keep up this act. She came back, didn't she? You wanted her to submit, and she did," Helena continued, genuinely confused. "So, what's your next move?"
Her tone was purely objective, treating their relationship like a detached business arrangement. She knew that blurring the lines would only end in her own heartbreak. Having finally pulled herself out of that toxic cycle, she refused to get dragged back in. It was exhausting.
Glancing back at Janetta through the glass, Helena felt a chill run down her spine. Janetta had always been pampered by Sebastian, which meant she usually threw massive tantrums when she didn't get her way. For her to swallow her pride and stand silently in the rain without kicking up a fuss—it was incredibly out of character. Helena had a gut feeling this night was far from over.
Sebastian blatantly ignored her question. "Go to sleep," he ordered flatly.
Helena checked the time. "It's barely nine o'clock. I'm not tired."
Even with her pregnancy fatigue, she couldn't force herself to sleep this early. If she laid down now, she'd just wake up in the middle of the night. She wasn't going to subject herself to that misery.
Sebastian didn't argue, but he didn't leave either. He just stood there, unapologetically staring out the window at Janetta. Helena watched his profile. His brow was furrowed, his jaw tight with barely concealed tension. He was obviously worried. The rain was lashing against the glass now, blurring the lights of the garden. Janetta was still out there. Even though there was a gazebo nearby, normal people couldn't handle this kind of weather—let alone a pregnant woman. It was a disaster waiting to happen.

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