Chapter 724

Chapter 724:

Sensing his unease, Averi tugged at his sleeve, his innocent voice laced with concern. “Sir, are you alright? Do you feel sick?”

Just then, the hum of wheels rolling filled the air. Samuel hurriedly pushed Sadie’s wheelchair toward them.

Minutes ago, Averi had vanished, leaving Sadie in a panic. The tension in her shoulders eased only when she spotted her son, safe and sound.

Seeing his mother, Averi rushed over, his face lighting up with pride.

“Mom, I’m fine. This gentleman brought me inside.”

Sadie’s attention shifted to the man standing nearby. When her gaze landed on Noah’s face, she froze. What on earth was he doing here?

At the thought that they weren’t far from her room, Sadie quickly composed herself and instructed Samuel, “Samuel, take Mr. Noel to Room 302 and call a doctor.”

Without hesitation, Samuel supported Noah and led him away. Sadie followed shortly after, maneuvering her wheelchair while guiding Averi back to their suite.

The doctor performed a quick assessment before stepping aside. “Mr. Noel is experiencing symptoms of memory loss. Did he sustain a serious head injury in the past?”

Sadie’s breath hitched, but she nodded. The memories—ones she tried to bury—were inescapable.

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The doctor acknowledged her response, prescribed medication, and advised, “He should get plenty of rest and avoid emotional strain.”

“Understood. Thank you,” she replied.

Just as the doctor turned to leave, she couldn’t help asking, “Is there a possibility his memory could return?”

The doctor’s expression grew uncertain. “I can’t say for sure. Neurology isn’t my specialty. Consulting a specialist would be best.”

Sadie’s eyes dimmed slightly, but she offered a polite nod. “I appreciate your help.”

After Samuel escorted the doctor out, silence settled over the room. Sadie attempted to stand, her back wounds aching as she steadied herself against the wall. Slowly, she made her way toward the bedroom.

Noah lay motionless on the bed, his silver mask reflecting the soft glow of moonlight.

Hesitating briefly, Sadie reached forward, her fingers brushing the cool surface as she carefully removed it.

As the mask slipped away, she found herself staring at a face she had known all too well. Three years had passed. Countless nights, this very image had haunted her dreams—clear yet distant.

Now, with him right in front of her, reality felt almost surreal.

Her chest tightened.

Eyes brimming with emotion, she lifted a trembling hand, compelled to touch the familiar contours of Noah’s face. But before she could, Noah’s eyes snapped open.

His gaze was sharp, filled with reflexive suspicion.

In an instant, he seized her wrist and, with swift force, flipped her beneath him.

A sharp gasp escaped her lips as pain flared from her back.

“Ouch!” She whimpered in pain.

Realizing who he had pinned down, Noah stilled. The wariness in his expression faded, replaced by something softer—concern.

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