He Never Loved Me Until the Day I Finally Left Him novel Chapter 464

He had grown up surrounded by wealth, treated like royalty since birth.

It wouldn't have been unusual at all if he didn't know how to cook.

When Julian and Lance James were living abroad, they were always swamped with work and mostly ate out.

Then, she had left their team.

And Julian had left for a different city altogether.

They had lost touch, so naturally, she had no idea what Julian's life was like.

Julian raised an eyebrow, turned off the stove, and casually strolled over to Helena.

"The Campbell family isn't short on cash, but my grandfather always raised me to be self-sufficient. He was only willing to cover my tuition. Everything else I had to earn myself. So, I had to take on part-time jobs, and I had to learn how to shop for groceries and cook my own meals," Julian explained smoothly.

Helena nodded and gave him a thumbs up. "That's really impressive."

It truly was impressive; he hadn't let his privilege turn him into a spoiled brat.

But Helena wasn't surprised.

Because Julian had always been fiercely independent.

He had never relied on the Campbell family's influence.

If it weren't for all the drama between her and Sebastian, Julian's true identity might have remained a secret forever.

At that thought, Helena fell quiet.

Suddenly, Helena tensed as a firm grip settled onto her waist.

Julian's hand rested on her waist, his touch both natural and incredibly tender.

"Relax, Helena. I'm not the kind of man who expects his wife to wait on him hand and foot." Julian was always upfront about his intentions.

His voice was a low murmur, vibrating right against Helena's ear.

Helena had nowhere to run.

She was also well aware of Julian's dominant nature and what he was implying.

She looked up at Julian with a helpless sigh.

Whether intentional or completely by accident, Julian's lips brushed softly against hers.

Helena froze for a moment, but Julian casually released her as if nothing had happened.

Helena sighed and took the initiative to ask, "Julian, what's so great about me?"

Julian didn't miss a beat. "Everything."

But Julian loved her, and Donovan was powerless to stop it.

He couldn't risk driving away the Campbell family's only grandson.

So Donovan resorted to venting his frustration over the phone.

Julian's attitude remained steadfast: you can say whatever you want, but I'll do whatever I want.

Leaving Donovan as the one completely out of options.

"Fine, Julian. If you're planning to bring her back, when exactly are you returning?" Donovan asked bluntly.

"We're going to Boston, just so you don't burst a blood vessel. You're still going strong; you can easily survive another thirty years," Julian fired back without an ounce of politeness.

Donovan was left speechless.

What an absolute bastard!

Furious, he slammed the phone down.

Julian acted as if nothing had happened, completely unfazed by the exchange.

He quietly watched Helena finish tidying up the kitchen, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.