Chapter 799
Between Ruin And Resolve: My Ex-Husband’s Regret
Chapter 799:
âNirvana.â
Sadieâs smile froze.
Nirvana again? Was it deliberate or simply an innocent coincidence?
Either way, she couldnât really refuse.
Sadie loosened her fist and nodded. âGreat,â she muttered.
A small, content grin tugged at Noahâs lips.
âIâll come get you tonight,â he said, and with that, he exited the conference room.
Left standing, Sadie blinked, momentarily confused.
Nirvana again?
What was he implying?
Back at her desk in her office, she found it hard to focus.
Her mind spun in circles, caught between the paperwork Samuel had dropped off and the lingering image of Noah.
As the evening crept in, a soft knock broke her thoughts.
Sadie looked up to see Samuel entering with an odd expression. âMs. Hudson, Mr. Noelâs downstairs. Heâs been waiting for a while.â
Sadieâs heart skipped a beat.
He actually cameâearly, even. There was no getting out of this dinner.
She breathed out and gently set the documents aside.
âAll right, Iâll be right there.â
She straightened her outfit and walked out.
The elevator descended, and as the doors opened on the ground floor, she immediately spotted a tall figure beside the reception.
Noah turned at the ding of the elevator. His eyes lit up ever so slightly when he saw her, and he walked over.
Before she could respond, he reached for her hand.
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Her body tensed, an instinctive urge to pull away rising in her chest. The gesture felt too personal.
But his grasp was firm and didnât allow retreat. Without a word, he gently guided her toward the entrance.
She could sense the stares from nearby staff and the receptionist. Her cheeks flared with heat, and she tilted her head downward, trying to shrink from the attention.
Werenât they just professional acquaintances now? Was this how he interacted with all his business partners?
Noah noticed the hesitation in her steps. When she eventually stopped resisting, her hand relaxing in his, he felt the softness and oddly familiar sensation of it.
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