Chapter 151

Chapter 151:

Surprised, Kyla lost her balance, tumbling backward onto the soft earth with a heavy thud.

“I’m warning you—stop meddling in my affairs!” Sadie’s voice sliced through the air, icy and stern.

Stooping down, she picked up the contract, dusted it off with a flick of her hand, and strode away without a second glance.

Kyla’s gaze lingered on Sadie’s retreating silhouette, her eyes shadowed with a dark, brooding intensity. Rising smoothly, she brushed the stubborn dust from her clothes. A sly, knowing smile slowly curled the edges of her lips as she muttered under her breath, “Oh, Sadie, do you really think you’ve won?”

Taking out her phone, she dialed a number with a determined tap. “I need intel on Sadie’s plans for that office space—every last detail,” she commanded, her voice a mix of ice and steel.

As the shadows of evening stretched across the city, Sadie trudged back to her grandma’s apartment, her energy sapped. Her heart skipped a beat when she spotted a familiar black car parked by the curb—it was unmistakably Noah’s.

A knot of dread tightened in her stomach, urging her to evade him. With a hopeful breath, she attempted a stealthy detour around the building, only to collide with a figure at the entrance.

Noah was there, casually leaning against the doorframe, hands buried in his pockets, his expression unreadable yet undeniably expectant. Sadie’s brow furrowed, her grip on the folder tightening, her knuckles blanching with the strain.

“What are you doing here again?” she demanded, her voice strained with frustration and weariness.

Noah’s eyes flickered briefly to the folder clutched in her hand. “What? Have you taken up running errands for Alex now?”

Taking a measured breath, Sadie fought to keep her composure. “This has nothing to do with you, Noah,” she asserted firmly. Desperate to get away from him, she shifted to the side, longing to reach home.

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However, Noah grabbed her wrist with sudden intensity. “Three years, Sadie. Three whole years. You owe me an explanation—why did you disappear? Was the idea of being my wife so repulsive to you?”

With a forceful tug, Sadie freed her hand and let out a mocking laugh, chilly and sharp. “Yes, exactly! I couldn’t care less about being your wife! Ha! Do you honestly think that’s…”

“Isn’t that something everyone dreams of?” Her eyes shimmered with unshed tears, a fiery defiance burning within them despite her efforts to remain composed.

She shot back, her voice steady yet icy, “We’ve been apart for three years, Noah. In the eyes of the law, we’re divorced. There’s nothing left between us. Stop pestering me!”

“You’ve changed, Sadie. Who’s behind this newfound boldness? Alex?” Noah’s eyes narrowed into slits, a menacing glint emerging as he scrutinized her.

Sadie’s eyes flashed with open loathing, unwavering and intense. Noah was taken aback, never having encountered such a piercing stare from her before.

Just then, their tense standoff was momentarily interrupted by a passerby—a woman with a shopping basket—who greeted Sadie with a warm smile. “Hi Sadie, just finished work?”

Instantly, the hardness in Sadie’s expression melted into a warm, radiant smile. “Yeah, were you out shopping again?” Her tone lightened, filled with genuine cheer.

Noah lingered in the background, his sharp gaze locked on her, irritation simmering beneath the surface.

With a derisive snort, he remarked, “Well done. You’re getting faster at putting on a new face.”

Saying nothing more, he turned sharply and walked away.

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