Between Ruin And Resolve: My Ex-Husband’s Regret

Chapter 898:

Without a word, she grabbed her purse and strode to the door. Noah was immediately on his feet and followed close behind her.

They were passing the cash register outside when the server hurried out of the private room, brandishing Noah’s black card. “Sir, your card!”

Noah didn’t even break his stride. He simply reached out, plucked the card from the server’s outstretched hand, and slipped it back into his pocket in one fluid motion.

The hotel’s revolving doors turned. Sadie was walking towards her car when a tall figure blocked her path.

Noah again. Of course. Somehow, mask and all, he managed to look helpless.

“It’s a good thing I still have my card, even though my wallet’s gone,” he said. “I guess my luck isn’t all bad.”

He shifted to the side and gave Sadie a smile. “As an apology, may I escort you back to your hotel, Ms. Hudson?”noveldrama

The bastard really took shamelessness to a whole new level. Sadie grumbled inwardly, but she kept her expression calm.

She walked around Noah and headed for the ostentatious Ferrari parked just a few steps ahead. “That won’t be necessary, Mr. Noel. I drove here.”

Sadie unlocked her car and slid into the driver’s seat. She hadn’t even closed the door when Noah yanked open the passenger side and climbed in with lightning speed.

He shut the door with a solid thud, buckled his seatbelt, and settled in as if the vehicle were his own. Then he turned to look at a stunned Sadie, his tone innocent and matter-of-fact.

“What a coincidence. My car seems to have broken down. You’ll give me a lift, won’t you, Ms. Hudson?”

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Sadie’s upper lip curled in exasperation, but she said nothing as she slammed her door closed.

Noah had been acting so out of character these past two days. First, he had shown up out of nowhere at the Higgins Manor, and now here he was, using excuse after flimsy excuse to mooch off her. She took a deep breath to temper her annoyance. When she looked at him, her gaze was cold as ice.

“Mr. Noel,” Sadie said quietly, “what are you trying to do, exactly?”

Noah’s eyes were drawn to her furrowed brows. Instead of answering her question, he leaned in, closing the distance between them.

The already cramped space seemed to shrink even further as he asserted his presence. He was so close, close enough that his warm breath fanned Sadie’s cheek.

His eyes were deep and unreadable, his voice low and steady when he said, “Ms. Hudson, if you’re determined to find a man to marry into your family, why don’t you pick me instead?”

The air inside the car grew thick and heavy, a subtle, charged tension crackling between them.

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