Chapter 783

Chapter 783:

She raised her eyes to the man across from her, searching for any sign in his demeanor.

But Noah’s face was as unreadable as ever, betraying no hint of irregularity.

Suppressing her confusion, Sadie remained silent.

Perhaps she was reading too much into it.

Their personal matters were, after all, not her business.

Noah then picked up the serving utensils and carefully placed a piece of succulent pot roast on her plate.

“Try this,” he suggested in an even tone. “It’s from Nirvana, the signature dish. The flavor is exceptional.”

Sadie’s eyes narrowed slightly.

Nirvana? That was her favorite restaurant, and pot roast was her constant choice there.

Setting down her utensils, she looked directly at him, her voice steady.

“Mr. Noel, do you also enjoy Nirvana’s cuisine?”

A slight smile touched Noah’s lips—a faint, almost imperceptible curve that carried a hint of warmth.

He met her gaze, his voice soft and deliberate.

“My wife likes it.”

His wife? The title hit Sadie like a thunderclap. Was he referring to her or Hailey? Was it possible that he still remembered that she, his wife, enjoyed Nirvana’s cuisine?

Overwhelmed by a surge of shock and confusion, she found herself unable to think clearly.

She stood up abruptly, the motion tipping over her chair. Without sparing it a glance, she snatched her bag in a rush.

“I—I’ve just remembered something urgent.”

Her voice trembled. She avoided Noah’s gaze.

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“I won’t impose any longer. Thank you for the meal.”

With that, she turned and hurried out of the dining room.

Noah’s eyebrows knitted together slightly. Her reaction was… odd.

His eyes fell to the plate of pot roast on the table, his thoughts wandering.

He lifted a piece to his mouth.

The meat was tender and flavorful—rich but not overly fatty. It truly was a superb dish.

He clearly remembered his wife had once confessed her love for this dish from Nirvana.

That was precisely why he had requested it be prepared today.

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