Every time a meal appeared in front of him, it was always exactly what he had been in the mood for lately.
Sebastian sometimes felt like Helena could read his mind.
He had been totally conditioned.
And right now, the food sitting in front of him was no exception.
But the endless string of frustrations recently made him want to find fault with everything.
"Why did you put so much salt in this?" he snapped, his face icing over as he glared at her.
"I'll go remake it," she replied with absolute submission.
She didn't show an ounce of resistance.
Heavily pregnant, she simply picked the tray back up and headed downstairs.
She acted as calm as if she were dealing with a difficult client.
Not like a wife trying to please her husband and make him happy.
He obviously felt the tectonic shift in her demeanor.
His eyes grew colder and colder.
That gnawing irritation crawled over him like a million ants, eating away at his composure.
Before long, she came back upstairs with a fresh tray.
But he kept nitpicking.
It was either too cold or too hot. Too bland. The vegetables weren't green enough, the soup was too greasy...
No matter how absurd his complaints were, she didn't argue.
She just took it back, remade it, and carried it upstairs again.
This agonizing cycle dragged on for three or four solid hours.
Until finally, he was the one who couldn't take it anymore.
When she set the tray down in front of him for the millionth time...
He exploded. "Get the hell out!"
And just like that, she left.
She didn't linger for a single second.
Running up and down those stairs for hours...
She was absolutely physically exhausted.
But the second she stepped out into the hallway, he was already right behind her.
His hand clamped around her wrist once again.
She frowned at him, completely unbothered.
She didn't even wait for him to speak.
Her voice was dangerously calm. "Sebastian, considering where our relationship is at, it's not a good idea for us to be grabbing at each other like this. Anyone watching might think you can't bear to let me go. And don't forget, we've already signed the divorce agreement. If you do the math, we really don't have much time left together anyway."
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