He Never Loved Me Until the Day I Finally Left Him novel Chapter 585

Sebastian reversed the car back into its parking spot.

He watched his son's beaming face out of the corner of his eye.

For some inexplicable reason, maybe just a trick of the mind.

He thought Kyle's smile looked exactly like hers.

Specifically, the woman from his memories.

And conveniently, the woman sitting beside him shared those exact same features.

But he pushed the thought away, keeping his face impassive.

He parked the car smoothly.

And stepped out.

She didn't wait for him to open her door; she hopped out on her own.

He threw her a glance but said nothing.

Kyle was practically buzzing with excitement, scrambling out and rushing straight to her side.

He chattered away, completely energized.

She listened intently.

Not a trace of annoyance on her face.

He didn't intervene, but watching them triggered a complicated knot of emotions in his chest.

The three of them stepped into the elevator.

He pressed the button for the top floor.

Kyle blinked. "Daddy, did you press the wrong button?"

"No. There's another apartment in the penthouse. The one below belongs to your mother, so it wouldn't be appropriate for her to stay there," he explained casually.

"Oh," the boy murmured, nodding as if he understood.

He didn't elaborate, and Kyle didn't press for details.

Helena remained completely silent throughout the exchange.

A moment later, the doors slid open to the penthouse, and he stepped out first.

Kyle trailed right behind him.

She followed closely at the rear.

Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed he had kept his hand pressed against the elevator doors to ensure they wouldn't close on her.

She pondered that for a moment.

This building had gone on pre-sale back when they were still married.

As the CEO, claiming the best unit was a given.

"True," she smirked. "I just figured your wife would have demanded the penthouse view for herself."

"Mhm," he grunted, refusing to take the bait.

Knowing him as well as she did, it was obvious he was done discussing it.

So she let it drop.

He punched in the code and pushed the heavy oak door open.

Kyle scampered inside right on his heels.

The layout was identical to the units below, but this duplex had soaring ceilings and a panoramic view.

It was the interior design that genuinely caught her off guard.

He normally favored stark palettes of black, white, and gray—cold and clinical, exactly like his personality.

And he was notoriously loyal to a specific, minimalist interior designer.