He Never Loved Me Until the Day I Finally Left Him novel Chapter 794

Sebastian shot her a look. "?"

"You reek of smoke and cooking oil. It's making me nauseous," she stated bluntly.

A dark, incredulous laugh finally slipped past his lips.

But he didn't argue. He turned on his heel and strode straight toward the bathroom.

Moments later, the sound of running water echoed through the suite.

She paid it no mind.

She kept her head down and quietly enjoyed her breakfast.

Skye sent her a photo.

Skye: [Our breakfast!]

Helena smiled and snapped a picture of her own meal to send back.

Almost instantly, the little girl FaceTimed her, whining the second the call connected.

"Lena, are you eating all the good stuff without me? I can tell Sebastian made that," Skye pouted.

Helena offered a serene, unapologetic smile.

She simply looked affectionately at the girl on the screen.

"Are you feeling any better? You had a fever last night, and I was so scared," Skye asked, her tone shifting to genuine concern.

"I'm perfectly fine now. Don't worry about me," she reassured her with a laugh.

"Oh, okay! I'm going to the aquarium later..."

The little girl immediately launched into a rapid-fire story, chattering away endlessly.

Helena propped her phone up against a glass.

Kyle drifted into the frame at some point.

Unlike Skye's outgoing nature, he seemed much more reserved.

It wasn't exactly shyness, just a polite hesitation.

"Hi, Helena," he greeted her softly.

Her expression softened the moment she saw him. "Kyle, are you getting used to Coralia? I'm tied up today, but tomorrow I'll take both of you out to play."

"Okay," he replied, his voice sweet and eager.

He clearly loved talking to her.

But mid-conversation, his eyes suddenly blew wide open.

"What's wrong?" she asked, momentarily confused.

Beside him, Skye was already covering her mouth, trying to stifle a giggle—or maybe a gasp.

Right then, Helena felt a wave of damp, lingering heat radiate against her back.

Men walked around in towels all the time; it wasn't exactly a crime.

But it still annoyed her. She dropped her gaze back to her bowl and refused to say another word.

Seeing her irritation, he offered a quiet smirk but let it drop.

With him looming over the screen, the kids quickly wrapped up their stories.

The call ended.

He finally turned his full attention to her.

She set her spoon down. "I'm full."

He glanced at the empty bowl but didn't push it.

Given her usual bird-like appetite, she had actually eaten quite a bit.

"Go get the hairdryer for me," he ordered smoothly, acting like it was the most natural thing in the world.

And shockingly, she actually stood up to get it.

The second her hand closed around the handle, a wave of self-directed fury hit her.

Why the hell was she doing exactly what he told her to do?

What gave him the right?

"Thank you," he said simply, easily accepting the hairdryer from her hands.