Chapter 649

Julien grabbed Helen's hand and slapped it against his face. He made her slap him—again and again. She didn't use much force, but he did, each strike landing harshly. "Enough," Helen said, her fingers tightening into a fist. Julien's eyes held a glimmer of moisture and deep guilt. "Lennie, I was wrong. I truly know I was wrong." "There's no point in saying this now. I don't want to talk about it anymore," she replied, pulling her hand away. But Julien pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly. His faint cedar scent surrounded her, layered with a woody undertone reminiscent of sandalwood. He didn't wear cologne—this was simply the lingering fragrance of his clothes. It was a scent she had once been addicted to, clean and unique, perfectly suited to him. Before she could react, his lips were on hers again. She pushed at his shoulders, but he seized her hands, pinning them behind her back to keep her from struggling. "Julien…" His kiss grew more intense, paying no mind to her