Chapter 236
Chapter 236:
Dario was still in Cheson. He didn’t waste any time and quickly set up a meeting to go over the details.
They met at a quiet café. Dario took the lead, helping to lock in the time and location for Helena to finally meet her biological parents.
In the middle of their conversation, Helena’s phone buzzed. It was a message from Alden, asking where she was.
Helena wasn’t even sure if she could truly build a connection with her biological parents again, let alone figure out how to explain everything to Alden.
So, she kept it under wraps and simply replied that she was out shopping.
Alden didn’t push for more details.
Helena exhaled quietly, feeling a bit lighter. She set her phone aside and continued chatting with Dario, completely unaware that just outside the café, the window of a sleek Rolls-Royce glided up, hiding its owner’s expressionless face.
“Well… Helena’s a grown woman. It’s perfectly normal for her to have guy friends or hang out with other men! Quit looking at me like that—you’re freaking me out p>
Inside the Rolls-Royce, Dorian’s words trailed off as Alden fixed him with a cold, piercing stare.
The pair had headed out earlier that day to finalize a contract, but during the drive, they happened to catch sight of Helena just outside a café.
It was Dorian who spotted her first. He elbowed Alden playfully, a mischievous smile tugging at his lips. But then, almost immediately…
Dario strolled up with a bright, easygoing grin and said something to Helena. The two of them then walked into the café together, side by side, like old friends.
Dorian froze mid-breath, cursing his own meddlesome mouth.
Beside him, Alden was like a statue carved from ice—cold, still, radiating a pressure that made the air feel thinner.
He didn’t say a word. Didn’t even glance at Dorian. Just shut him out completely.
Sure, Helena had a right to her own life—to friends, to freedom—but if that friend was Dario…
Alden couldn’t deny it. That gnawing, possessive edge in his chest wasn’t just jealousy—it was instinct. Every time he saw another man near Helena, it twisted something inside him.
But Dario was more than a passing concern. He was a storm cloud hiding thunder—too complicated, too well-connected, and very likely backed by forces that didn’t show themselves in the light.
What made Alden’s stomach knot was that Helena seemed blind to it. Worse—she was hiding things from him. If she was keeping secrets for Dario, it wasn’t just about pride anymore. It was dangerous.
And that fear—the feeling of losing control—burned under Alden’s skin. He shut his eyes, as if trying to hold himself together.
When he opened them again, a steely edge had returned to his gaze. His mind was made up.
When Helena arrived home later that evening, she felt it immediately.
Something was off.