He Never Loved Me Until the Day I Finally Left Him novel Chapter 532

Truthfully, Julian and Helena had never deliberately hidden their relationship from the press.

They simply hadn't made a public announcement because of Helena's fragile health in the beginning.

Moreover, she despised dealing with strangers and unwanted attention.

So, Julian chose to keep things private.

He refused to let anything disrupt her peaceful life.

Even so, whenever anyone asked about his wife, Julian answered directly and proudly.

The wedding band on his ring finger had never once been taken off.

His stance was already crystal clear.

Over the years, the paparazzi had actually caught them on camera a few times.

But in Coralia, any news about them would instantly reach the Campbell family first.

Julian systematically squashed every story before it could be published.

His ultimate goal was always to protect Helena.

Consequently, their relationship had only grown more mysterious and speculative to the public.

"If it's the reporters, it doesn't matter if they know. You don't have to worry so much about me," Helena said smoothly.

"It wasn't the press," Julian denied.

Helena paused, a little confused.

Before she could process it, Julian stated flatly, "It was Sebastian Hayes. He definitely saw us."

This time, it was Helena who fell silent.

Julian's gaze locked onto her.

Both of them stopped walking.

"So what if he saw us? We're married. It's not like we have anything to hide," Helena said, her composure returning instantly.

"Besides, my past was scrubbed flawlessly. He won't be able to dig up a single thing. Not to mention, he ran that DNA test years ago. As far as he is concerned, I'm dead," she finished coolly.

It seemed she truly didn't care.

She had already come face-to-face with Sebastian.

Honestly, it was only a matter of time before he discovered her relationship with Julian anyway.

There was no point in hiding it.

Julian let out a low hum of acknowledgment.

But his eyes were a storm of complex emotions as he looked at her.

Ultimately, he swallowed the heavy words pressing against his chest.

Keeping a firm grip on her hand, he calmly continued leading her toward the car.

And it was the only time she actively forced herself to eat a few extra bites.

She stared intently at the boiling ravioli in the pot.

Having finished his shower, Julian walked out and stopped right behind her.

Without warning, he stepped closer and wrapped his arms securely around her waist from behind.

They had shared moments of physical closeness since their wedding.

But sudden, bold intimacy like this was incredibly rare.

Their affection usually mirrored the warmth of close family, rarely crossing the boundary of romantic tension.

Yet right now, Julian's embrace was undeniably assertive.

It was a stance of pure, masculine dominance.

Helena was sharply attuned to this shift in him.

"Julian, let go. The ravioli is ready." She didn't struggle, merely voicing her thoughts in a calm, steady tone.

"Alright," Julian murmured, finally releasing her.

They turned to face each other.

Helena could feel the tight, coiled tension in his muscles and his nerves.