He Never Loved Me Until the Day I Finally Left Him novel Chapter 711

Julian didn't move a muscle.

He allowed her to pamper him in comfortable silence.

Once his hair was finally dry, she clicked off the appliance. "All done."

In the blink of an eye, his large hands gripped her slender waist.

Helena gasped.

Caught entirely off guard.

Before she could even register what was happening, he pulled her forward and tumbled backward, pinning her against the soft mattress.

The hairdryer tumbled harmlessly onto the plush carpet.

She didn't struggle, simply staring up at him. "Julian—"

"Shh," he hushed, silencing her protests.

Without another second of hesitation, he dipped his head and captured her lips.

Helena went slightly rigid beneath him.

But she didn't push him away.

The kiss was slow, deep, and intoxicatingly thorough, as if he were worshipping every inch of her.

She had never seen this fiercely passionate side of him before.

Her body melted into a puddle of submission, her fingers clutching the bedsheets to anchor herself.

Julian didn't utter a word; he was entirely focused on devouring her mouth.

Closing her eyes, Helena finally gave in.

It was a hesitant surrender, yet she allowed him to take the lead.

It wasn't until the last barrier of clothing was discarded.

That she finally looked up at him again.

He was breathtakingly handsome.

A faint, seductive flush dusted his sun-kissed skin, heavily laced with unbridled desire.

His gaze was dark, hungry, and entirely predatory.

Though his breathing remained remarkably steady, the subtle rise and fall of his chest betrayed the torrential emotions brewing just beneath the surface.

"Hmm?" Julian murmured, a sultry question in his rough voice.

She couldn't find the words to respond.

He took her silence in stride.

He didn't press for an answer, nor did he give her any room to escape.

The usually gentle and accommodating man had seemingly exhausted every ounce of his patience.

Helena could feel the searing heat radiating from his body.

She held her breath.

The sexual tension in the master bedroom reached a boiling point.

Then, suddenly—

Everything ground to a screeching halt.

Julian's burning gaze drifted downward, locking onto a spot on her body.

Helena blinked in confusion, wondering why he had frozen so abruptly.

He didn't say a word.

She gave herself a few minutes to compose her frazzled nerves before following him out.

True to his word, Julian was busy prepping ingredients at the kitchen island.

She didn't interrupt, simply taking a seat at the breakfast bar to wait.

He worked efficiently, quickly whipping up a simple but delicious dinner of three dishes and a soup.

It was a perfectly balanced spread, featuring all of Helena's favorite comfort foods.

They ate in comfortable silence.

Neither of them brought up Sebastian or the messy drama surrounding him.

After the meal, Helena naturally stood up to clear the plates.

Julian leaned against the counter, watching her.

Then, out of nowhere, he dropped a bombshell. "Let's have Skye move in with us."

Helena froze, whipping her head around to look at him, completely thrown by the suggestion.

Having Skye Campbell move in would effectively mean confessing the truth to the little girl.

It wasn't that Helena hadn't dreamed of it.

But the logistical nightmare was paralyzing.

Would Skye even be able to accept it?

How would they explain the sudden living arrangement to the public?

Would bringing the child into their home put a target on her back?

And the most terrifying thought of all—if Skye asked who her real father was, what on earth would Helena say?

The sheer weight of those unanswered questions crushed her like a mountain.