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

Chapter 899:

Sadie froze in her seat. She couldn’t believe what she had just heard.

What sort of nonsense was he spouting now?

Warmth bloomed on her cheeks, spreading to her ears, and she knew they were flushed red. Her heart was hammering inside her chest. But Noah had lost his memory, and he had already chosen to be with Hailey. So why was he acting like he wanted to pursue her? How was she supposed to interpret his behavior?

Embarrassment, confusion, and a strange flutter of excitement all swirled within her.

Thankfully, Sadie snapped back to her senses in just a matter of seconds. Acting on instinct, she shoved Noah away.

“Stop it.”

Noah obliged, straightening back in his seat and giving her back her space. But he had seen her blush and that brief, flustered look that crossed her face. He smiled knowingly to himself.

Sadie, on the other hand, swallowed a lump in her throat and gripped the steering wheel. She took a moment to compose herself, and when she looked at him again, she was back to her cool, aloof self. The blush hadn’t completely faded, though.noveldrama

Suddenly, Sadie flashed Noah a challenging grin, taking him by surprise.

“If you’re so eager to hitch a ride, Mr. Noel, then you’d better hold on tight!”

The words had barely registered in Noah’s mind when Sadie floored the accelerator. The engine roared to life, and the red Ferrari shot forward, gliding into traffic.

Noah was slammed back into his seat as the car surged forward with a jolt of raw power. His body jerked with the sudden motion, helpless against the G-force that pinned him in place. Outside, the world blurred into streaks of color, the landscape vanishing in a head-spinning flash.

Instinctively, his hand shot up to grip the handle above the door.

𝙍𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡 𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 @ 𝙜ⲁ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀﹒ⅽ𝗼𝗺

This woman—she must have done it on purpose.

He turned sharply to look at Sadie. Her gaze was fixed on the road, unwavering, but the corners of her mouth curled ever so slightly. There it was—a mischievous little smile, laced with quiet satisfaction, a smile that said she knew exactly what she was doing.

Noah’s brow creased. This kind of driving—reckless, aggressive, and utterly unrelenting—was a far cry from the composed precision of a polished chairwoman. It was wild. Untamed. A flash of realization flickered through his mind, but it vanished before he could fully grasp it.

He stopped trying to rationalize and simply tightened his grip on the handle. Fine. If she wanted to play this game, he’d go along for the ride.

The red Ferrari roared down the road, a blur of speed and control. When it finally executed a flawless drift and rolled to a stop in front of the Emerald Hotel, Noah felt momentarily weightless.

Adrenaline still surged through him as he stepped out, his legs barely steady. He drew in a deep breath, trying to tame the chaos thrumming in his chest.

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