Chapter 446
Chapter 446:
As Helena laid out her plan, Dorian studied her intently, his gaze lingering longer than usual, his face touched with a flicker of distraction.
“What? Did I say something wrong?” Helena tilted her head, genuinely puzzled.
Dorian blinked hard, as if snapping free from a reverie, and shook his head. “No, no, you’re completely right!” A soft grin tugged at his lips, his eyes warm with something close to admiration. “I spaced out for a second there. You reminded me of Alden—calm, sharp, always thinking three steps ahead. Even your tone had his same steady edge p>
The moment Alden’s name surfaced, Helena’s expression melted into something tender. Barely two weeks had passed since they last saw each other—not exactly an eternity. Yet to her, those days dragged on like a whole year of longing. Luckily, Alden would be back the following day.
When morning came, Helena headed to work like it was any ordinary workday. Donn kept a close eye on her the entire time, scrutinizing her every move with barely concealed malice, clearly itching for an excuse to trip her up.
Helena stayed one step ahead, keeping her work impeccable and sharp, forcing Donn to bite back his usual criticisms when he found nothing to fault. They clashed relentlessly all the way to the end of the workday.
Helena slung her bag over her shoulder and strode toward the exit. The moment she stepped outside, an uneasy prickling at the back of her neck told her she wasn’t alone.
Feigning indifference, she let her gaze drift over her shoulder, only to catch fleeting shadows vanishing the instant her head turned.
Helena toyed with the idea of lingering to watch, but loitering in plain sight would only paint a bigger target on her back.
Right then, a sneering voice sliced through the air behind her.
“Helena, all by yourself today? I thought your husband always came to fetch you p>
Donn’s voice dripped with false concern as he sauntered over. He’d made a habit of watching Xavier show up for her every evening, so the moment he noticed his absence, Donn jumped at the chance to needle her. The thought that they might’ve fought made his grin widen. Usually, Helena let these childish digs slide without a glance.
Today, though, she had a different plan—she’d let Donn run his mouth and use the commotion to slip away from whoever was tailing her. Her lips curved into a frosty smile as she shot back, “And why exactly is it your business whether someone comes to pick me up, Mr. Jones? Isn’t that a bit much, poking around in matters that don’t concern you p>
Donn kept his tone edged with smugness. “It’s not poking—it’s called being a good colleague, looking out for you.” He leaned in slightly, his words oozing provocation. “Didn’t I warn you? No guy’s going to sit back while his wife flirts with her ex at his wedding. Guess I got it right, didn’t I p>
gⲁ𝗅𝓝𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀.𝗰0𝗺, 𝘾𝒽𝓮𝒸𝓀 𝒶𝓾𝓉𝒽 𝓬𝓸𝓹𝓎
“Ha p>
A soft, scornful chuckle slipped from Helena’s lips.
Donn edged toward her, one brow cocked in feigned concern. “What’s the plan now? Filing for divorce?” He flashed a smug grin and casually pulled a business card from his pocket. Like he was offering a gift, he thrust the card into her hand with exaggerated courtesy. “I happen to know an excellent divorce attorney. Want me to set up a meeting p>