Chapter 642

Helen turned around and stepped into the elevator, quickly pressing the close-door button. She just wanted to escape—there was no need to see him again, no reason for them to cross paths anymore. Julien didn't follow her, afraid of scaring her further. Standing in the cold, he watched the elevator doors slowly close, shutting her away from him. He closed his eyes, overwhelmed by a sense of helplessness. Back at home, Helen locked herself in her room. Her mood was heavy, an indescribable pain pressing against her chest. The frustration and turmoil left her unsure of what to do. She couldn't sleep the entire night. The next morning, Helen got up with dark circles. Seeing her reflection in the mirror, her pale face and bloodshot eyes startled her. She looked utterly drained as if Julien had worn her down to the bone. She had already let go and had given up on him—so why wouldn't he just leave her alone? Leaning against the sink, she felt utterly defeated. This wasn't the life she wan