He Never Loved Me Until the Day I Finally Left Him novel Chapter 822

This time, Janetta was forcibly escorted out.

It was a swift, utterly humiliating exit.

For Helena, the pathetic scene barely registered on her emotional radar.

She gracefully returned to her seat.

Sebastian watched her in silence before walking over.

"I'm sorry," he offered in a low voice.

She didn't respond.

He handed her the cup of Milk Tea.

She accepted it without a fuss.

After all, she actually wanted it.

The earlier chaos in the café instantly died down to a hushed murmur.

No one dared to speak loudly.

Helena focused entirely on her drink.

The excessive amount of ice made her frown instantly.

Sebastian noticed right away. "Let me take the ice out. They wouldn't let me order it without it."

With that, he took the cup back, meticulously fishing out the ice cubes one by one.

She watched him in silence.

His expression was incredibly serene.

It was as if the hysterical scene that had just unfolded had absolutely nothing to do with him.

Once he finished removing the ice, he placed the drink back in front of her.

Neither of them said a word the entire time.

Sebastian simply kept his eyes fixed on her.

She finally broke the suffocating silence. "What do you want to say?"

He didn't answer right away.

"About me throwing coffee on your wife?" she asked bluntly.

"She was out of line. I'm sorry; I didn't expect her to barge in like that," he replied calmly.

"Heh..." She laughed dryly, then abruptly fell silent.

No matter how many years passed, or whose fault it truly was...

Sebastian always instinctually made excuses for Janetta.

"Helena, how do you know so much?" he asked slowly.

From the corner of his eye, he could see Janetta scrambling pathetically into her car outside the window.

The Press was still hounding her, only kept at bay by his bodyguards.

As Janetta's Minivan finally sped off, he smoothly withdrew his gaze.

"Don't try to claim it's from the news. The Scandal Headline aren't that detailed, especially regarding my exact history with Janetta and my ex-wife."

His tone carried a sharp, interrogative edge.

There was absolutely no trace of amusement in his dark eyes.

"Yet, you seem to know a staggering amount of highly specific details," he pressed, his gaze sharpening into daggers.

Her fingers tightened around her cup as she fell silent.

She didn't rush to defend herself.

Instead, she patiently let him finish.

"Such as?" she challenged, her voice cool and steady.

He remained silent for a moment, letting the question hang in the air.

His predatory gaze swept over her, charged with a heavy, suffocating tension.