He Never Loved Me Until the Day I Finally Left Him novel Chapter 472

Sebastian's expression remained perfectly composed, but anyone who knew him could read the danger.

He was furious.

Janetta could feel it radiating off him.

The muscles beneath his tailored suit were coiled and tense.

His violent displeasure was absolute.

Janetta, however, kept her smile securely in place. "Young Mr. Campbell and Helena tied the knot? When did this happen?"

Her tone was light and conversational, but the question was entirely meant to bait him.

Sebastian's gaze darkened as he looked down at her. "Are you that invested in their lives?"

"Not invested, Seb. Just overheard and couldn't help but be curious," Janetta replied smoothly, hiding her true intentions.

"It's certainly impressive that she managed to remarry so quickly after a divorce." The passive-aggressive venom in her words was clear to everyone listening.

Sebastian shot her a frigid look and smoothly pulled his hand from hers.

His face was devoid of warmth. "If it has nothing to do with you, don't meddle. Understood?"

Without waiting for her response, he strode toward the dining hall, his aura radiating dark hostility.

Janetta's smile faltered, humiliation burning her cheeks.

But as an actress, she was an expert at masking her emotions.

She forced her smile back into place and gracefully followed Sebastian into the venue.

They were in Riverton, after all.

A collision between Julian and Sebastian wasn't entirely shocking.

The elite circle at the top of the pyramid was suffocatingly small.

Crossing paths with rivals was practically an occupational hazard.

Running into an ex-wife at a gala wasn't a rarity in this echelon of society.

Everyone anticipated a disaster tonight, but they feigned ignorance.

The only saving grace was that it was a buffet-style event.

The open layout allowed people to keep their distance and avoid unwanted interactions.

Helena had no interest in any of it.

"I'll have the kitchen make you a hot bowl of beef stew," Julian offered, reading her mind.

"Julian..." Helena sighed, feeling a bit awkward. "You shouldn't. The smell of stew is too strong for a place like this."

"Who cares?" Julian countered dismissively.

Julian had always operated on his own terms and couldn't care less about offending the room.

As a Campbell, he answered to no one.

He certainly wasn't going to let his woman go hungry to appease society.

He waved over a waiter and gave the order.

The waiter looked mildly surprised but quickly nodded. "Right away, sir. Please wait a moment."

The waiter hurried off.

"You certainly treat Helena well, Young Mr. Campbell," Janetta's voice chimed in as she suddenly appeared beside them.