He Never Loved Me Until the Day I Finally Left Him novel Chapter 849

Helena listened quietly, offering very little in response.

She was naturally reserved anyway, so her silence was something Sebastian was well accustomed to.

He guided her on a slow, careful lap around the ground floor.

Helena knew that memorizing the layout without her vision would take more than just a quick tour.

So, she didn't complain, simply allowing him to settle her onto the plush living room sofa.

She sat in the quiet, waiting for him to finish cooking.

In less than thirty minutes, Sebastian brought out a bowl of perfectly simmered soup, accompanied by several side dishes tailored exactly to her preferences.

When she took her first bite, she felt no aversion to the taste; in fact, she loved it.

It made her wonder—maybe he really was her husband.

If they weren't married, how could this stranger know her exact culinary preferences down to the finest detail?

Yet, for reasons she couldn't articulate, a nagging sense of wrongness hovered over her.

It felt as though their true dynamic was completely different from this domestic charade.

But trapped behind the impenetrable wall of her amnesia, she couldn't grasp a single concrete truth.

Ultimately, she fell back into passive acceptance.

She focused entirely on eating her meal in silence.

Sebastian sat faithfully by her side.

Whether it was the lingering effects of the surgery or just sheer exhaustion, her appetite was poor. She barely ate a few bites before stopping.

Sebastian coaxed her with endless patience.

Under his gentle persistence, she managed a few more mouthfuls.

"I can't eat anymore," she finally sighed.

"Alright," Sebastian murmured, deciding she had consumed enough for now.

During the first few bites, he had been feeding her himself.

Suddenly losing her sight had left her utterly disoriented, making the simple act of using silverware a frustrating challenge.

She had genuinely needed the help.

But she adapted quickly.

Refusing his spoon, she painstakingly fed herself the rest of the meal, bite by careful bite.

And Sebastian answered every single one without missing a beat, spinning a flawless web of lies.

It quelled her immediate suspicions.

If they hadn't shared a life, if they truly weren't husband and wife, there was no way he could fabricate such detailed, instantaneous answers.

Yet, beneath the surface, that creeping sense of unease refused to entirely fade away, even if she couldn't put a finger on why.

She decided not to overthink it.

Her amnesia and blindness were temporary, after all.

She forced herself to remain calm and ride it out.

From the moment she woke up, Sebastian personally took charge of all her meals.

As her gunshot wound slowly knit back together, he began taking her for short walks around the fishing village.

The locals were simple, unobtrusive people.

Because the area was completely undeveloped, it retained a rugged, untouched beauty.

Over time, Helena found herself getting used to the damp, salty breeze and the pervasive scent of the ocean.