She Was the Treasure All Along novel Chapter 979

Morris watched her practically flee the room, his eyes narrowing slightly. Something about her demeanor had shifted in a way he couldn't quite put his finger on, and it left a sour, uncomfortable feeling settling in his gut.

By the time Helena walked out of the hospital, the sun had completely set.

Instead of driving straight home, she sat in her car for a long time, staring at the text messages from Swain.

His last message, sent a few hours ago, read: *What do you want for dinner?* followed by a pathetic, pleading cartoon sticker. She hadn't responded.

She finally typed: *Where are you? I'm coming to see you.*

Seconds after it delivered, her phone rang.

"You're done at the hospital?" Swain's voice was painfully cautious.

"I'm done." Helena softened her tone. "Are you at home?"

"I'm at that little pub next to the studio. The one we went to last month. Are you hungry? I can order you a plate of spaghetti."

Listening to the desperate, almost subservient edge in his voice, Helena felt a sudden pang of guilt.

"Okay," she said. "I'll be there in fifteen minutes."

The lighting inside the pub was dim and yellow. An acoustic guitarist strummed a slow melody in the corner.

When Helena walked in, Swain was already sitting at a small booth against the wall. Two steaming plates of spaghetti and two draft beers were waiting on the table.

She sat across from him, picked up her silverware, and took a bite.

The hot broth slid down her throat, warming her stomach. She set her fork down and looked across the table.

Swain was already looking at her. They both opened their mouths at the exact same time.

"I'm sorry, I—"

"Swain, I—"

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