He Never Loved Me Until the Day I Finally Left Him novel Chapter 37

"Seb..." Janetta's sickeningly sweet voice floated through the speaker, laced with obvious fawning. "Are you coming home soon? I made soup, and I'm waiting for you."

"I'm on my way. Just dealing with something. Eat first, be good," Sebastian replied, his tone instantaneously softening to a protective purr.

"Okay," Janetta cooed obediently, then paused, feigning hesitation. "Seb..."

"Be good. Whatever it is, we'll talk when I get back," he told her firmly.

"Okay," she murmured again, her voice practically dripping with honey.

Hearing her unwavering submission smoothed out the jagged edges of his temper.

But when he looked back down at Helena, the coldness returned to his eyes.

"I'm busy, Helena. I don't have time to waste on you," he sneered.

With a dismissive wave of his hand, Carter surged forward, ready to drag her away.

Then, everyone froze.

A soft, mocking laugh tumbled from Helena's lips.

Sebastian's eyes narrowed dangerously as he watched her slender fingers reach for his suit jacket.

She pulled it off.

Right there, in the middle of the street.

The onlookers gasped.

The bodyguards instantly formed a human wall around her, blocking out the prying eyes of the crowd.

Carter scrambled to clear the remaining stragglers.

Helena didn't even care. She glanced at the discarded jacket on the pavement with dead eyes, utterly devoid of emotion.

Then, her fingers moved to the collar of her blouse and began unfastening the buttons.

Her gaze remained hauntingly hollow. No shame, no arousal, no fear.

It was as if the act of bearing herself for him—something that used to make her blush furiously—meant absolutely nothing to her now.

Sebastian watched her, the darkness in his eyes deepening by the second.

His hands slowly curled into white-knuckled fists.

He had never expected her to throw away her pride like this. To just completely shatter.

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