Chapter 39

Chapter 39:

Sadie hadn’t anticipated that the rumors would circulate through the office so swiftly, thrusting her once again into the relentless whirl of office gossip. Back when she married Noah, only a select few were privy to their union. Now, with Kyla’s return, Noah must be even more determined to distance himself from any association with her.

“It’s strictly professional—a classic boss and subordinate dynamic,” Sadie asserted, her voice a soft murmur as she cast her eyes downward, veiling the flicker of sadness that threatened to surface. “Mr. Wall is renowned not just for his generosity but also for his unwavering loyalty. Were any of you compelled to drink against your will, he’d undoubtedly defend you, too.”

“Huh?” Tina’s jaw dropped, her expression morphing into one of incredulity. She searched for something to counter Sadie’s impeccable defense, but finding none, she hesitantly backed down, her skepticism lingering in the tense air.

Sadie sank into her seat, her mind swirling with chaotic thoughts. Could Noah possibly harbor lingering feelings for her? This tantalizing possibility fluttered through her consciousness briefly before she firmly squashed it. No, Noah didn’t love her; she couldn’t let herself succumb to baseless daydreams.

Inside the CEO’s office, Samuel dutifully completed his rundown of the day’s agenda for Noah. Then, he hesitantly broached the subject of the latest office whispers that were circulating.

Noah’s face remained impassive, his features set in an icy mask that seemed to chill the very air around him. The atmosphere grew heavy, laden with tension. Samuel, standing rigidly before him, felt a nervous sweat bead on his forehead, his hands slightly trembling.

“Do I seriously have to tell you how to deal with these simple matters?” Noah’s voice sliced through the silence, sharp and unforgiving, without even a glance in Samuel’s direction.

Disappointment crept into Samuel’s heart. It appeared that Noah was truly indifferent to his wife, Sadie. Samuel realized there was little he could do to mend the fissures in their relationship.

“Mr. Wall, please be at ease; your wife has already cleared up the misunderstandings,” Samuel hastily assured, adopting a professional demeanor to mask his inner turmoil.

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As Samuel was about to depart, Noah’s voice halted him abruptly. “What did she say?”

Noah’s inquiry was flat, emotionless, yet Samuel detected an underlying current of something intense, something not quite definable.

“Well, she said…” Samuel paused, scrutinizing Noah’s stoic facade as he chose his words carefully. “She said that the two of you have nothing more than a typical boss-subordinate relationship. She praised your compassion and protective nature, insisting that you’d defend any employee just as fiercely against injustices.”

With each word, Samuel’s enthusiasm grew; he couldn’t help admiring Sadie’s tactful maneuver—it was a masterstroke, painting Noah as an approachable and benevolent leader. However, Noah’s countenance abruptly shifted; his mood soured as he slammed a pen against the desk with a sharp crack. “Get out!” he bellowed, his voice booming with authority.

Samuel recoiled, wasting no time as he made his exit from the ominous atmosphere of the office. Left alone, Noah slumped into his expansive chair, his features twisted into an ominous scowl.

Outside the office, the echo of high heels on the polished floor signaled someone approaching. Kyla, donned in a sleek Chanel suit, paused at the doorway of the CEO’s office. “Samuel, is Noah inside?” she inquired with a knowing smirk, her voice laced with playful tease, already aware of the answer.

When Kyla appeared, Samuel’s face lit up with relief, as though he had just spotted a lifeline. His smile was wide, almost ingratiating. “Miss Wade, perfect timing! Mr. Wall’s in a foul mood. You’re the only one who can handle him. He could use your soothing presence.”

After a soft knock on the door, Noah, mistaking the visitor for Sadie, adjusted his tone to something more commanding. “Come in,” he called out.

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