Chapter 800

Chapter 800:

He glanced at her again, catching the rosy hue creeping up her ears—like a startled rabbit. His smile widened just a fraction.

Noah’s car was parked at the roadside.

The driver held the door, and Noah instinctively protected Sadie’s head as she stepped in.

They drove in silence. Not long after, they reached their destination—Nirvana.

The building, styled with timeless architecture, radiated a warm, alluring charm.

A waitress appeared with a bright expression the moment she spotted Sadie.

“Ms. Hudson, welcome back!”

Her attention shifted to Noah. “Good evening, sir.”

Then, turning back to Sadie, she asked, “Your usual, the Garden Room?”

Noah’s brow arched slightly.

So, Sadie was a regular? But hadn’t she seemed indifferent to the same type of cuisine at his villa? Strange.

Sadie flushed once more and gave a small, uneasy nod. “Yes, please lead the way.”

This place held echoes of the past—moments once shared with Noah. After he’d gone, she sometimes returned alone, ordering what he used to enjoy, letting afternoons drift by.

They followed the waitress through the winding halls until they arrived at a beautifully arranged private dining space, unchanged from how she remembered.

Noah gave the room a discreet once-over, quietly impressed by the ambiance.

After pouring their drinks, the waitress handed over the menu.

Sadie didn’t reach for it. Instead, she nudged it toward Noah.

Her voice was calm, her expression composed.

“Mr. Noel, since you’re the guest tonight, please feel free to choose. It’s on me.”

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Noah didn’t argue.

With a relaxed air, he flipped through the pages.

The choices were rich—true Jazmah fare.

Without hesitation, he recited his selection.

“Köttbullar, pot roast, sautéed shrimp, ham and bean soup, and caramelized apples.”

His tone was even, his pace unhurried.

Sadie’s grip tightened around her glass. Her fingers turned pale. Her chest felt suddenly heavy.

Those dishes—they were the same ones she always ordered.

She kept her head lowered, masking the storm behind her eyes.

Then came a surprised voice. The waitress looked between the two of them, her tone laced with curiosity. “Sir, those are Ms. Hudson’s regular picks! Are you her husband?”

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Message from Noah: Have a great weekend dear readers. God loves you and Noah whishes you all the best. (˵ •̀ ᴗ – ˵ ) ✧

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