Chapter 108

Chapter 108:

Her plan to vanish—disappear without a trace—would stand a better chance with Alex’s help.

With everything hanging in the balance, he was the only one she dared to trust—sharp-minded and always in control.

Jim paused, his brow furrowed in thought as he seemed to grasp her intention.

From the inner pocket of his crisply tailored suit jacket, he pulled out a phone, his slender fingers gliding smoothly over its screen to unlock it. He extended it toward Sadie with a steady hand, his voice even but imbued with quiet resolve.

“Here, take this,” he offered, the corners of his mouth lifting subtly in reassurance.

Sadie’s hand hovered, hesitant, not immediately accepting the device. “This is your phone. Are you sure it’s alright for me to use it?” she murmured, her voice tinged with guilt. “What if someone needs to contact you for work? It might cause you trouble.”

Reluctance flickered across her face, betraying her worry about imposing on Jim or accumulating too many debts of gratitude. As Jim observed her cautious demeanor, his smile widened just a fraction, a spark of warmth in his eyes.

“It’s my personal phone,” he assured her. “Very few people know the number, so you’ll be fine using it.”

He took a thoughtful pause, his gaze locking with hers earnestly. “Besides, if I were to buy you a phone and Noah discovered it, that could lead to unnecessary complications.”

Touched by his considerate words, Sadie felt a warmth spread through her chest.

She finally accepted the phone, her fingers brushing against his as she took it.

“Thank you so much,” she murmured, her gratitude resonating deeply in her quiet, heartfelt expression.

Jim felt a surprising tenderness swell in his heart.

He lingered in the room, observing as Sadie carefully slid his phone into the pocket of her soft pajamas.

Letting out a quiet sigh, he turned on his heel and opened the door. As he walked out of the room, he was caught off guard by the sight of Kyla.

It was clear she had been standing there for a while, her posture tense and suspicious.

Jim’s brows knitted together, a shadow of annoyance crossing his features.

“Were you eavesdropping?” he asked, his voice tinged with cool reproach, his eyes narrowing slightly as they scanned Kyla’s flustered expression.

Taken aback by his piercing stare, Kyla instinctively stepped back, shaking her head vehemently. “No… it’s not like that. I just happened to be passing by,” she stammered, her eyes darting away, betraying her discomfort.

Jim, catching the slight quiver in her voice, let a sardonic smile play across his lips.

“Passing by?” he echoed, his tone dripping with skepticism. “You care about Sadie quite a bit, Miss Wade. If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were sisters.”

Kyla’s cheeks flushed a deep red, the sting of Jim’s sarcasm palpable in the air.

His words mocked her behavior, suggesting she was meddling in matters beyond her concern.

Biting her lip, Kyla clenched her fists at her sides, her nails pressing into her palms as she fought to control her rising irritation.

Despite the anger simmering within, she managed a strained smile. “I’m just making sure she’s alright,” she asserted, striving to sound composed even as her voice betrayed a faint tremble.

Jim dismissed her words with a cold shoulder, striding away decisively. His towering silhouette soon vanished down the long, dimly lit corridor, leaving Kyla frozen in place, her fists clenched and shaking with suppressed fury.

Her eyes, dark with resentment, followed Jim’s fading figure. Taking a deep, shaky breath to calm her mounting anger, she snapped her wrist up, the door to the master bedroom clicking open sharply under her forceful push.

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