He Never Loved Me Until the Day I Finally Left Him novel Chapter 572

Julian closed the distance between them in wide strides. "What happened?"

"I'll explain when we get back," Helena replied, keeping her composure.

Julian didn't press her. He quickly ushered her into the car.

Her assistant and the driver took the other vehicle.

As soon as Helena settled into the passenger seat, Julian turned his gaze to her.

Helena met his eyes calmly. "Is Skye asleep?"

"Aunt Claire picked her up. She happened to be handling some business here in Seapearl City. When she heard we were heading back tomorrow, she offered to take her to save us the trip," Julian explained.

Helena nodded but remained quiet.

Julian drove in silence, his lips pressed into a tight line as if trying to figure out how to broach the subject.

Knowing exactly what was on his mind, Helena decided to bridge the gap herself after a brief pause.

"There was an incident," she began softly.

She gave him a brief rundown of what had transpired.

She didn't even omit the fact that she had run into Sebastian.

There was no point in hiding it; the truth always had a way of coming out.

Lying would only deepen the inevitable misunderstandings.

However, she purposely left out the part where she and Sebastian had slept together.

"I'll look into it," Julian said, his voice dropping an octave. "I want to see who has the nerve to mess with me on this coast."

"If my guess is right, it's the Li Family," Helena replied smoothly.

Julian understood immediately. "Leave it to me. I'll handle them."

"Alright," Helena murmured.

The car rolled to a stop at a red light.

Julian finally turned his full attention back to her. The conflicted look in his eyes was impossible to miss.

As a man, he could sense that Sebastian's attitude toward Helena had fundamentally shifted.

He also knew that the Helena sitting beside him was entirely different from the woman she used to be.

But that subconscious, visceral worry was still there.

It was a man's intuition.

The male equivalent of a woman's sixth sense.

Julian was terrified of the embers reigniting between Helena and Sebastian.

She didn't say a word.

Julian didn't seem to mind her silence.

His rough fingers, calloused from years of handling firearms, reached out.

He gently pressed his thumb against the sliver of skin near her collarbone, right over that telling mark.

He didn't speak.

But the gesture screamed louder than any words could.

Helena took a steadying breath. "It was an accident. I was drugged. I happened to run into Sebastian. The drug overpowered my willpower."

Her voice remained steady.

Then, she added, "I didn't want you to worry, so I didn't say anything. I didn't want your mind going to dark places. I'm sorry. I know I was being selfish."

She lowered her head in apology.

That had truly been her original intention.

Under the circumstances, it was impossible to hide forever.

But what she felt most was an overwhelming sense of guilt toward Julian.

It felt like a cruel twist of fate, playing a sick joke on them both.