Chapter 641

Helen carefully stepped out of the elevator, avoiding the motion-activated lights. If Julien happened to be around and saw her, it would be unbearably awkward—utterly humiliating, even. It wasn't that she had softened or wanted to reconcile; she was merely concerned about him coming over so late, wondering if he had run into traffic. She searched the area but didn't see any familiar figure—just a drowsy security guard nodding off in the booth. Helen even stepped outside the lobby to take another look but still found no one. Relieved, she sighed. Good, he had left. After triple-checking to be sure, she prepared to head back home. While waiting for the elevator, the sound of footsteps suddenly echoed near the entrance. Startled, she turned sharply toward the noise. The person who should have already left was now pushing open the door, walking in with something in his hand. "You didn't leave?" Helen, dressed in a thick set of pajamas, was already freezing after coming down. Her sleepwe