He Never Loved Me Until the Day I Finally Left Him novel Chapter 608

His car was waiting in its designated VIP spot.

It wasn't the Maybach from before; it was a spacious Bentley.

"You hated the Maybach, so I swapped it," Sebastian stated flatly.

Helena remained silent.

He opened the door and ushered her into the backseat.

As she slid in, a violent cramp seized her stomach.

Her arms were still looped around his neck.

The sudden surge of pain made her instinctively grip tighter, pulling him right into the car with her.

"Mmph..." Her eyes widened in shock.

His lips had crashed perfectly against hers.

Whether it was the intoxicating proximity or something else entirely, he didn't pull back.

He knew it was crossing a dangerous line, but his gaze darkened fiercely.

"You initiated it this time, didn't you?" he murmured.

Before she could even process the words, he kissed her deeply.

They tangled in the backseat of the Bentley.

As he kissed her, the agonizing knot in her stomach miraculously seemed to ease.

His kiss was overwhelmingly tender, a softness he had never once shown her before.

It sparked a strange, terrifying tremor deep within her chest.

Every instinct screamed at her to fight back.

But he effortlessly overpowered her resistance.

His long fingers threaded through hers, pinning her hand firmly against the leather seat.

The kiss grew deeper, heavier, completely consuming them both.

Lost in the heat of the moment, neither noticed Janetta stepping out of her van and marching toward his parking spot.

She saw them immediately.

All the color drained from Janetta's face, leaving her ghost-white.

"Sebastian, what the hell are you doing?!" she shrieked, struggling to suppress the raw fury in her voice.

Helena snapped back to reality at the sound of her scream.

Sebastian glanced at Janetta out of the corner of his eye, entirely unbothered.

Helena didn't panic. Instead, a soft laugh escaped her lips. "Mr. Hayes, your wife is here."

It was imported stomach medicine, specifically for his own chronic issues.

It was the only brand that ever worked.

Coincidentally, it was the exact same medication Helena had relied on for years.

It was nearly impossible to find on the standard market.

She accepted it without hesitation. "Alright."

He twisted the cap off a bottle of water and handed it over. "Drink. Wash it down."

She took that too.

They moved in seamless tandem, completely ignoring the furious woman watching them from outside.

Only after ensuring she swallowed the pills did he finally speak again. "Wait for me here. I'll deal with this, then I'll take you to the hospital."

"Take your time," she drawled lazily.

He used to 'deal' with her.

Now, he was 'dealing' with Janetta.

Had his heart really changed so easily?

Helena kept her face perfectly composed.