Chapter 317

Chapter 317:

As she watched Alex get ready to leave, a nagging suspicion crept into her mind.

Alex paused, not turning around. “I’m heading out for a bit,” he replied, his tone detached.

“At this hour? You’re not headed to the office, so where might you be off to? And without even a word to your mother?” Susannah’s voice carried a gentle reproach as she tried to weave in a maternal concern, her words soft yet deliberate, aiming to dissuade him from his plans to leave.

Rising from her chair, she leaned heavily on the table, her stance faltering slightly, feigning unsteadiness. “Oh, my head is spinning…” she murmured, her tone laced with discomfort.

At the sound of her strained voice, Alex instinctively pivoted back to face her. The sight of Susannah’s ashen face and deeply furrowed brows painted a clear picture of her distress.

A pang of worry tightened his heart, propelling him to her side in swift strides. “What’s wrong, Mom? You don’t look well,” he asked, his voice thick with concern.

With a trembling hand pressed to her forehead, Susannah gripped his arm with her other hand, leaning on him as if he were her lifeline.

“I’m just a bit dizzy… It might be my blood pressure spiking again,” she said, her voice quivering, hinting at the severity of her discomfort.

Alex’s resolve to leave crumbled as he witnessed her weakened state. He gently helped her sit on the sofa, his tone imbued with urgent worry. “I’m calling the doctor right away,” he declared, reaching for his phone.

But Susannah, with a weak but firm grasp, caught his hand and slowly shook her head. “No need for that. It’s an old problem. I just need to rest a while. Stay with me, just for a bit?” Her eyes pleaded more earnestly than her words.

Torn, Alex paused, the weight of his mother’s plea anchoring him firmly at her side. Softly patting her hand, he relented with a tender smile. “Alright, I’ll stay. Just rest.”

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The tension in the room thickened to an almost palpable fog, punctuated only by Susannah’s breathing, which was uneven and a bit strained. The air hung heavy, pressing down like an unseen weight.

As the clock struck noon, Kyla made her entrance into Noah’s office, clad in a sharply tailored business suit that hugged her graceful curves perfectly. She settled onto the plush leather sofa, crossing her legs with deliberate elegance, her lips curled into a poised, self-assured smile.

“Noah, what do you say we have dinner together tonight? There’s a new spot that just opened up—I hear the cuisine is out of this world.”

Noah remained anchored behind his desk, his long fingers absentmindedly drumming on the desk.

He seemed engrossed in the documents sprawled before him, seemingly oblivious to her invitation.

The office was eerily quiet, the relentless ticking of the wall clock slicing through the silence like a knife.

Kyla’s smile briefly wavered, a shadow of disappointment flickering across her face. She composed herself swiftly, clearing her throat gently. “Noah?” This time, Noah lifted his gaze, his deep-set eyes locking onto hers.

His voice was flat, almost dismissive. “I have plans tonight.”

Kyla’s heart dropped, but her resolve didn’t waver.

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