Chapter 381

Chapter 381:

The woman remained oblivious to Sadie’s discomfort, continuing to gush over the ring with unrelenting enthusiasm.

Sadie could only muster a wry smile, choosing silence over an unnecessary response.

Then, a familiar voice cut through the air. “Sadie, come here for a moment.” Noah’s voice. Relief washed over Sadie like a breath of fresh air. Without hesitation, she turned and quickly made her way toward him.

“What is it?” she asked, her voice quieter now that she was standing beside him.

“Eva’s here. Let’s go say hello.”

It was only then that Sadie noticed the striking woman in a crimson gown standing nearby. Eva Shaw.

The deep red of her dress clung effortlessly to her figure, the rich waves of her hair cascading over her shoulders. Her lips, painted a bold scarlet, curled into a knowing smile.

Sadie straightened herself and approached with practiced grace. “Ms. Shaw, it’s a pleasure to see you.”

“Oh my! If it isn’t Sadie, the brilliant designer!” Eva said, pulling her into a light embrace. “You look absolutely breathtaking tonight, darling.” As she pulled back, her gaze flitted playfully between Sadie and Noah, the corners of her lips curving into something unreadable—half amusement, half intrigue.

“And Mr. Wall…” She smirked, tilting her head slightly. “You look exceptionally dashing tonight.”

Noah responded with a faint, unreadable smile, offering no words in return.

Eva’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “My, my… You two standing together like this—it’s almost unfair.” She let out a teasing sigh. “Such a perfect pair. A picture of elegance, really.”

Sadie wasn’t sure if she wanted to acknowledge them—or pretend she hadn’t heard them at all.

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Eva, ever perceptive, raised her champagne flute in a casual toast, her gaze flitting mischievously between Sadie and Noah. A knowing smile played on her lips, brimming with amusement.

“Mr. Wall, no matter how much I pried before, you never gave anything away. Turns out, you’ve been keeping a secret all this time.” She took a languid sip of her champagne, the teasing lilt in her voice unmistakable. “Finally decided to bring her out and introduce her to the world, huh?”

Sadie’s blush deepened. She shifted uncomfortably, tugging lightly at the fabric of her dress as if it could somehow shield her from the attention.

A fleeting glance at Noah offered no relief—his expression remained infuriatingly composed.

Then, unexpectedly, his gaze flicked toward the glass in Eva’s hand, his tone effortlessly smooth. “I’ve heard you’ve taken quite a liking to Enrique Craig.”

Eva’s confident demeanor faltered. Her fingers tensed around the delicate stem of her glass, the champagne inside wobbling precariously.

Her eyes widened, the playful sparkle in them momentarily replaced by shock. “How… how did you know?”

Noah didn’t answer. He merely lifted an eyebrow, a faint, knowing smirk curling his lips.

Eva’s throat bobbed as she cleared it, quickly regaining her composure. She exhaled, waving a dismissive hand before changing the subject. “Sadie, darling, your necklace is lovely! Where did you get it?”

Before Sadie could respond, a waiter rushed past, balancing a tray of wine glasses.

Perhaps due to nerves—or sheer bad luck—his hand trembled, and the tray tipped just enough to send a glass of deep red wine tumbling.

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