Chapter 91

Chapter 91:

To her, his apology seemed ironic and hollow.

She clung to the quilt, gripping it as if it were a protective barrier. “Just leave! I never want to see you again!” she cried out, her voice raspy with emotion.

Noah, attempting to soothe her, moved closer.

Reacting swiftly, Sadie grabbed the bedside lamp and threw it at him. The lamp struck Noah and shattered on the floor, its breaking echoing sharply in the room.

Noah released a muffled groan but held his ground.

His gaze was fixed on Sadie, swirling with a tempest of unspoken emotions, each layer more complex and obscure than the last. Sadie clutched the quilt to her chest, her body quivering, the tremors of fear evident in her tightened grip.

“Come any closer, and I won’t hesitate to call the cops,” she said, her tone as firm as it was fraught with anxiety.

Noah’s gaze remained on Sadie, unspoken words hovering on his lips before he forced them down.

He ached to reassure her, to diffuse the tension with explanations. Yet, the shadow of his past indifference and questionable actions stripped his assurances of their strength, leaving them feeble and unconvincing.

The rejection glaring back at him from Sadie’s eyes stung, a sharp pang of remorse slicing through him.

He drew in a deep, steadying breath, trying to quell the ache spreading through his chest. Accepting the inevitable, he knew that nothing he said would bring them any closer.

“Get some rest,” he murmured, his voice a low echo of his internal defeat.

With those parting words, Noah turned away, his departure marked by the soft click of the door closing gently behind him.

The room fell silent, leaving Sadie alone with the echoes of the night. Only then did she allow her defenses to crumble, her face buried in the softness of the quilt as sobs wracked her body.

L𝑎tеst chαptєrs in g𝒶l𝓷ovє𝓁s.𝗰𝗼𝗺

She didn’t know when the tears finally stopped, but by morning, her eyes were painfully swollen and rimmed with red.

As she brushed her teeth, her reflection caught her off guard—a ghostly pale face with eyes puffed up like golf balls. Right at that moment, Alex’s call lit up her phone.

“Sadie, everything’s set for tonight’s banquet. I’ll swing by to pick you up before five this afternoon. No need to worry, Roy’s definitely going to be there,” he said, his voice carrying a warmth that felt almost tangible.

“Thank you, Alex,” Sadie responded, her voice rough and slightly strangled by the emotions she fought to keep at bay.

“Think nothing of it,” Alex replied, his chuckle light and comforting. “Get yourself ready. I’ll see you later.”

“Alright.”

Once the call ended, Sadie stared at her reflection, her fingers softly pressing against her puffy eyes. There was no chance she’d show up at that event looking like a disaster.

With a crucial meeting lined up with Roy to discuss potential business partnerships, she had to embody professionalism and competence. She couldn’t let personal feelings interfere with work.

This was her moment to forge a new path after her split from Noah; she couldn’t afford to stumble now.

Determined, Sadie quickly placed an order for cooling eye patches through a delivery app and applied them diligently while working on the project files that Noah’s disruption had left incomplete. These were crucial for her meeting with Roy.

Sadie kept going relentlessly, only stopping once everything was done — well past three in the afternoon.

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