Chapter 279

Chapter 279:

“Noah, you are staying in Room 316.”

As Eva started to speak, she accidentally brushed a cup, tipping it over. Water cascaded across the table and onto the cards.

“Oh dear, I’m terribly sorry,” Eva said, grasping a napkin to dab at the mess.

“No worries, Ms. Shaw,” Kyla responded, masking her initial panic with a smile.

Kyla sifted through the now slightly wet cards and handed what she believed was the card for Room 316 to Noah.

Unbeknownst to her, the card she handed over was actually for Room 319—the room assigned to Sadie.

A subtle thrill of triumph fluttered in Kyla’s heart. They would be staying at Stonemont Estate tonight, seemingly guided by fate itself!

Noah took the card with a subtle nod, not examining it too closely.

Eva watched the interaction, an intrigued smile creeping onto her face. The unfolding drama intrigued her more with each passing moment.

As dusk settled, the lights of Stonemont Estate began to twinkle against the night sky.

At the bar, Kyla held a crystal glass, delicately swirling its contents.

With no one watching, Kyla smoothly retrieved a small vial from her purse and tipped its contents into the drink, her actions quick and discreet.

The powder dissolved instantly, leaving no sign it had ever been there. Spotting a servant nearby, she slipped him a stack of hundred-dollar bills.

“Please, bring this drink to Mr. Wall,” she instructed.

The servant’s eyes lit up at the cash, and he eagerly agreed.

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“Absolutely, Miss Wade. I’ll ensure it reaches Mr. Wall.”

Content with her arrangements, Kyla turned and left for her room. She slipped into a light purple silk nightgown, her hair flowing down her back, enhancing her seductive appearance.

Tonight, if she could sleep with Noah, the title of Mrs. Wall might soon be hers.

And if the night ended with her carrying his child? Even better.

Noah was enveloped in warm, yellow light as he stood in the kitchen. He took off the slightly damp apron and casually hung it over the back of a chair.

Eva, with a playful glint in her eyes, leaned against the doorframe, her lips a striking red.

“Are you trying to impress someone with your cooking, Mr. Wall? It’s unusual to see you in the kitchen. Who are you doing this for?”

Her playful tone contrasted with her gaze, which wandered in the direction of Sadie’s room.

Without a word, Noah glanced at her indifferently and proceeded toward the dining room. His tall stature cast a long shadow under the light, enhancing his imposing presence.

Eva smiled softly, recognizing his silence as a sign of deep thought. She chose not to delve deeper, knowing when to leave him be. At that moment, a servant entered, carefully balancing a tray as he approached Noah.

“Mr. Wall, here’s a fresh whiskey cocktail from the bar, meant to aid relaxation and sleep,” he said, bowing his head to avoid Noah’s gaze.

Noah’s eyebrow arched as he eyed the amber liquid on the tray, the whiskey’s rich, subtly sweet aroma filling the air.

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