Chapter 859
Between Ruin And Resolve: My Ex-Husband’s Regret
Chapter 859:
And truth be told, marrying her would be the fastest, most straightforward way to solidify his footing within the Higgins family.
But then⦠Noah.
As soon as his name crossed her mind, Sadie shut the thought down.
He was Haileyâs husband now, the father of her child.
Whatever feelings she had once harbored should have ended long ago.
Why should she care what he thought about her engagement to another man?
Besides, this was just another business deal. A mutually beneficial agreement.
Nothing more. No emotions involved.
Sadie quietly fiddled with her coffee cup.
When she looked at Nathan again, her eyes were clear and filled with resolve.
âDeal.â
Nathan lit up instantly, lifting his coffee cup in a toast.
âTo our partnership!â
âOnce this is over,â Sadie said before he could get carried away,
âI want to know everything about my parents. Every last detail. No secrets.â
Nathan nodded without hesitation.
âYouâve got it. No details spared, I swear.â
If it meant getting what he wanted, he was more than willing to spill everything.
In an instant, Sadie slipped back into her composed, businesslike demeanor.
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âIâll have the PR department announce our engagement right away.â
Nathan gave her a thumbs-up.
âEfficient as always, Ms. Hudson!â
But even as the words left his mouth, a keen sense of foreboding crept into his chest.
If Patrick caught wind of thisâ¦
Would he even survive the fallout?
It seemed clear nowâuntil Patrick left Beversea, Nathan needed to keep a low profile. Very low.
Darenâs mind was still in turmoil when he arrived at the Higgins estate.
The events of the past two days weighed heavily on him. First, the scandalous affair between his sister and Nathan, and now the matter of the unsigned contract.
He did his best to compose himself, only to stop short upon entering the living room.
Jarrett was seated in his wheelchair as usual, his back to the door.
Across from him sat a man wearing a sleek, silver mask.
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