He Never Loved Me Until the Day I Finally Left Him novel Chapter 852

Resting her chin on her hand, Helena feigned a look of genuine concern. "If I go back completely blank, and Kyle tries to talk to me about our life, won't I just break his heart when I don't remember anything?"

"You won't. If you really can't recall our past, I'll fill in the blanks. I'll tell you every single detail of our life together," he promised smoothly.

"As for Kyle, he'll adapt. Like I said, it just takes time."

Sebastian's composure was unshakable.

His flawless delivery effectively silenced her.

She couldn't detect a single tremor of deception in his voice.

His airtight logic almost made her doubt her own sanity. Was she just being paranoid?

"Okay," she finally murmured.

She lowered her head and quietly ate her meal.

Sebastian sat patiently by her side.

Every so often, she heard the faint click-clack of his laptop keys.

She knew he was practically running his empire from this remote kitchen table.

Could she have misheard him earlier?

The final words of his phone call had been muffled, after all.

But deep down, she had already made her choice.

She was not drinking that milk tonight.

She needed a clear head to untangle this web.

Bolstered by her hidden resolve, her anxiety settled into a cold, calculated calm.

She finished the last of her dinner.

"All done?" he asked, closing his laptop.

"Aren't you eating?" she asked, turning toward him.

"Later," he smiled. "The sun's not fully down yet. Let me take you for a walk."

"I'd like that," she agreed.

She had grown fond of strolling along the shoreline, listening to the tide.

Sebastian accompanied her every single day.

Walking hand-in-hand, they mirrored every other mundane, happy couple on the beach.

Away from the glittering high society of the city, they were dressed in casual loungewear, stripped of all pretense.

He was always hyper-vigilant, turning them back toward the house before she could ever get tired.

Trapped in the dark, her entertainment options were nonexistent.

"Okay," she breathed out.

The moment the door clicked shut behind him, the facade dropped.

Clutching the mug, she waited a few agonizing seconds, making sure he was gone.

Then, she slipped out of bed like a ghost.

She padded silently to the en-suite bathroom and dumped the drugged milk straight down the sink, rinsing the residue before placing the empty mug back on her nightstand.

She went through her nightly routine of brushing her teeth and washing her face.

Several times, she turned toward where she knew the mirror hung, desperately wishing she could see her own reflection, but there was nothing but void.

She took a deep, steadying breath to calm her racing heart.

Crawling back under the covers, she lay perfectly still.

Whether it was the absence of the sedative or the adrenaline pumping through her veins, she couldn't drag herself toward sleep.

She tossed and turned for hours.

Only when she heard the faint creak of the door opening did she freeze, feigning a deep slumber.

She heard the clink of glass as he retrieved the empty mug.

A moment later, the mattress dipped, and his arms wrapped around her, pulling her flush against his chest.