Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 612

As Helen turned, she caught Zac leaning against the bathroom door frame, his demeanor suggesting he had overheard every word exchanged between them.

Like a vigilant predator, his gaze tracked Helen's every movement. The faint smirk playing on his lips seemed to convey disdain for Helen's futile resistance.

"Leave," Zac ordered firmly.

Accustomed to yielding, Julia remained silent. Without looking back, she left Helen behind and walked away.

As the door slammed shut, Zac's expression turned icy. He strode forward, forcefully pulling Helen out of the bathroom and slamming her onto the sofa.

On the nearby coffee table, the latest bridal magazines were neatly arranged beside a stack of meticulously organized blue folders.

"I'll give you tonight to choose your favorite wedding dress and ring. Those papers over there contain wedding plans from the event company. If you like them, they're yours to keep. If not, we'll proceed according to my preferences," Zac declared, looming over Helen with a commanding presence.

With pain coursing through her, she gritted her teeth and rubbed her wrist. Even amid the rough handling, she maintained her composure, steadfastly refusing to show any hint of vulnerability.

Grace and pride seemed ingrained in Helen. It was as if she were destined to be a formidable woman. Zac felt like he belonged with someone like her.

Suddenly, his thoughts drifted to Chandler, the perpetually aloof man who consistently held himself above Zac, forever shrouded in his sense of superiority.

Consumed by a storm of anger and jealousy, Zac felt his sanity teetering on the edge. He couldn't bear to stay any longer.

Casting Helen a gaze filled with a multitude of emotions, he slammed the door shut behind him as he left.

In the living room, Julia was brewing a cup of coffee when Zac entered, his strides purposeful and echoing through the room.

"Zac," Julia called, her voice trembling with uncertainty, "if you succeed, will there still be a place for me by your side?"

At Julia's question, Zac's dark eyes opened slowly. Though a part of him softened, he made an effort to maintain his composure and detachment.

"I am not like the others," he said firmly. "If it becomes necessary, I will take on the responsibilities that come my way. Even if I were to marry Helen, I would still provide for you financially and ensure you're cared for. You will not suffer under my care."

"Is our relationship just based on obligation?" Julia's voice quivered with emotion, tears glistening in her eyes.

"Enough." Zac rose abruptly, making his way to his room. "I'm tired. We can discuss this later."

With that, he quickened his pace, disappearing from Julia's view.