Chapter 586

Helen yanked her arm away as if she was burned. Julien didn't resist, but her reaction was intense—she stumbled back a step, as though his touch had sent an electric shock through her. The warmth of his hand lingered on her arm, the slight roughness of his palm and the faint callus on his middle finger, likely from years of holding a pen, unmistakable. Helen retreated, terrified that more memories of him would surface. The sweeter those memories had been, the more painful they were now. His brows furrowed deeply, his face filled with remorse. "It's my fault—I hurt you. I was wrong. Please, Lennie, give me a chance to make it up for you. Whatever you want, I'll do it." "I don't need your atonement. I don't need anything from you. I'm begging you—just don't come looking for me anymore, okay?" Her voice trembled as she took a deep breath. The corners of her eyes reddened, tears threatening to fall at any moment. In the car outside, Samson noticed something was wrong. Grabbing an umbr