Chapter 361

Chapter 361:

Kyla’s breath hitched as tears welled up, glistening under the boutique lights like shattered glass. She bit her lip, struggling to hold back a sob, her eyes pleading.

“I… I just want to understand why…”

“There is no why.” Noah cut in, his tone edged with finality. “Go home.” He turned to leave, but before he could take a step, Kyla lunged forward, wrapping her arms around him from behind, clinging to him as if letting go would tear her apart.

“Noah, don’t go… please don’t leave me like this…” Her voice broke, raw and desperate.

Noah stiffened. A flicker of something unreadable passed through his eyes, but it vanished just as quickly. His fingers curled into fists before he reached down to pry her hands off, his voice cold as ice.

“Kyla. Let go.”

Kyla only held on tighter, her grip unrelenting, her body trembling against his.

“I won’t let go… I can’t let go…”

“Kyla!” Noah’s voice turned sharp, a warning cutting through the air.

She flinched. The fight drained from her as she slowly loosened her grip, gazing at him with tearful eyes.

Her lips parted, her voice barely above a whisper.

“You really have… changed.”

Noah said nothing. He simply walked out.

The boutique’s extravagant glow suddenly felt hollow. Left standing in the middle of it all, Kyla remained frozen—alone, her world closing in on itself.

The Starlight Gala shimmered with extravagance—crystal chandeliers spilled golden light over a crowd draped in luxury. A velvet-red carpet stretched ahead, a celestial path leading straight into the realm of the elite.

Sadie stepped inside, her floor-length gown a masterpiece of sophistication. Every stitch and fold seemed sculpted to complement her silhouette, effortlessly displaying poise and confidence.

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“Never thought I’d see Sadie here.”

“That gown must have cost a fortune.”

“I heard her latest designs are turning heads again. Maybe she’s reclaiming her throne.”

Murmurs drifted toward Sadie, heavy with curiosity and judgment. She barely acknowledged them, offering only a knowing smirk as she moved through the hall, each step as measured as a queen’s.

Cameras erupted in flashes, their relentless bursts carving her presence into the night.

Then, just as she settled into her seat, the air shifted. A subtle but unmistakable ripple of awe swept through the room.

Noah had arrived.

True to form, Noah commanded the room the moment he stepped in. His custom-tailored suit draped flawlessly over his broad frame, every detail accentuating his quiet dominance. There was an effortless grace to the way he moved—calculated yet natural, a presence both magnetic and inescapable.

At his side, her arm delicately intertwined with his, stood Kyla.

Draped in a champagne-colored gown that shimmered under the lights, she was the picture of elegance, her poised demeanor complemented by a soft, practiced smile. Together, they looked almost surreal—a portrait of perfection, effortlessly composed.

“They’re breathtaking, like something out of a fairy tale. Mr. Wall and Miss Wade—what a flawless match.”

Admiration rippled through the crowd, their voices hushed yet brimming with envy and awe.

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