Chapter 387

Leaving home, Zeb drove straight to Helen’s office and greeted her once she stepped outside the building.

“Hey, Helen.” He smiled.

“What are you doing here, Mr. Larkin?” Helen stared at him in surprise.

“Was just missing you. You didn’t have lunch, right? There’s a new restaurant nearby –why don’t we go try it?” he offered with a cordial look.

Helen thought about it and nodded–she was just going to eat anyway, and there was no reason to refuse.

They soon arrived at the restaurant, with Zeb enthusiastically making the orders before smiling, “What do you think we should drink?”

Helen shook her head. “I’ll pass on the alcohol–I still have work to do.”

Zeb gave up, and after dining for a while, he cut to the chase. “It’s been years, Helen. I’m sure you know how I feel about you. I came back to the country as soon as I heard about your divorce, and I never got married because you’re the only one for me.”

Helen stiffened and leveled him a weird–out look. “Why are you suddenly telling me this?”

“Don’t you see how I feel about you, Helen?” Zeb asked earnestly.

Helen pursed her lips awkwardly. “I understand, but I can’t accept it.”

“Why?” Zeb asked in confusion.

Helen smiled and sighed. “I won’t lie–I may have divorced Frank, but he’s still the one in my heart. I might even say he never left.”

Zeb pursed his lips grumpily. “Why? What’s good about him? Frank doesn’t deserve a strong and independent lady like you.”

Helen lowered her head shyly as she smiled blissfully. “Well, it’s true I didn’t want to go along when my grandfather arranged our marriage. But since we’ve been married, he always respected me, never straying out of line… it’s as if we’re more friends than spouses. I don’t know when I fell in love myself, but I felt regret when I divorced him.”

She never knew she loved him either, but she had come to realize it was always Frank who came to save her whenever she was in danger.

Moreover, Frank would face everything alone, even when he was misblamed.

She really owed him too much Zeb was left gritting his teeth. “Can’t you consider me, me, Helen?”

Helen shook her head right away. “We’re just friends, Mr. Larkin. I’ve never thought of you romantically.

I apologize if I have misled you in any way.”

Zeb inhaled deeply, his eyes flashing viciously as he picked up a bottle. “Very well. We’re still friends.”

While pouring Helen a drink, he slipped a pill into her glass without her noticing.

Helen was actually surprised Zeb was being understanding enough today and drank from her cup without thinking.

After they finished their food, Helen slipped on her jacket. “Thanks for the lunch, Mr. Larkin. The next meal’s on me.”

Zeb nodded in silence and watched as she stood up. Helen wobbled right then, as she felt lightheaded.