He Never Loved Me Until the Day I Finally Left Him novel Chapter 315

When the butler arrived at the master bedroom, he took in the miserable sight and exchanged a helpless look with the bodyguards.

None of them dared to speak.

But everyone was terrified that Helena might actually collapse.

The silence in the room was suffocating.

Meanwhile, Sebastian had gone to one of the guest suites, taken a shower, and then went straight to Janetta's room.

The second he walked through the door, Janetta picked up on the distinct scent clinging to him.

It was Helena's scent.

Helena never wore perfume, but she naturally smelled sweet.

She had a unique, comforting warmth to her skin.

If you got close enough to her, the scent would rub off on you.

So, when Sebastian walked over, Janetta caught it immediately.

This wasn't just a lingering scent from a brief argument.

This was the heavy, intimate musk of two bodies pressed together.

The undeniable aftermath of sex.

Had he just gone to see Helena?

What exactly did they do?

A million jealous questions screamed in Janetta's head.

But on the outside, she kept her features perfectly composed, gazing up at him with sweet, gentle adoration.

"You're here," she murmured.

He gave a low hum of acknowledgment.

Janetta reached her arms out, demanding to be held.

Acting like a clingy, affectionate kitten.

He obliged, walking over to the edge of the bed.

He naturally pulled her into a warm embrace.

As his chest pressed against hers, the scent of Helena—mixed with sharp hotel-grade body wash—grew even stronger.

It made Janetta's stomach churn with toxic jealousy.

Her sharp eyes quickly caught sight of the faint, red scratch marks on his neck and collarbone.

The kind of marks a woman makes when she's writhing in passion.

She instantly knew exactly what had transpired.

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