He Never Loved Me Until the Day I Finally Left Him novel Chapter 693

He watched quietly as she retreated back into the room.

Then he casually walked toward the bathroom.

The charged atmosphere was abruptly cut short.

Soon, the sound of running water echoed from inside.

He took another shower. Kyle sleepily cracked his eyes open and looked at him.

"Daddy, are you not sleeping yet?" Kyle mumbled softly.

"Go to sleep," he replied evenly.

Kyle let out a soft "oh" and immediately drifted off again.

As for Sebastian, it took him a long time to finally fall into a deep sleep.

But in his dreams, Helena's face constantly overlapped with another, eventually morphing into the face most deeply etched in his memories.

Meanwhile, back in the room, Helena realized Hope had only cried out in her sleep.

She hadn't actually woken up.

She breathed a sigh of relief.

Without a word, she walked quietly over to the bed.

She leaned down and gently coaxed the little girl.

Hope quickly settled back down.

Exhausted from the emotional whiplash, Helena fell asleep right next to her.

But her nightmares were a constant barrage of the past.

One memory after another.

When she woke up, she felt utterly drained.

It was already 10 AM by the time she opened her eyes.

She was still a bit disoriented.

When she realized Hope wasn't in the bed, she jolted up in sheer panic.

Glancing at the time, her stomach dropped.

She knew they had booked a private tour guide for 9:30 AM.

Without wasting a second, she threw on her clothes, freshened up, and dashed out of the room.

But the suite was dead silent.

He raised an eyebrow. "They're both very independent; leaving them with the staff is perfectly fine. They have their own ideas about what they want to do, so whether I tag along or not isn't really important. Besides, my bodyguards are watching them from the shadows. Nothing will happen."

He had meticulously accounted for every detail.

Naturally, he hadn't just abandoned them to total strangers.

She was effortlessly silenced by his logic.

Still, she stubbornly shot back, "Even if they're independent, they're still kids. It's incredibly irresponsible."

Her words drew a low chuckle from him.

His gaze settled quietly on her face.

She felt intensely self-conscious under his stare.

"What are you looking at?" she snapped.

"Helena, when you talk like that, it feels like we're a married couple arguing over our children," he said playfully, a teasing glint in his eyes.

She was left completely speechless.

The more they spoke, the more convoluted everything felt.

Eventually, she gave up trying to reason with him entirely.