Chapter 109
Inside, Sadie was just about to dial Alex’s number when the sudden noise of the door made her start. Her fingers fumbled, and she quickly shoved her phone under the quilt.
As she looked up, her gaze met Kyla’s, who stood framed in the doorway, her expression unreadable yet undeniably stern.
Sensing Sadie’s flustered demeanor, Kyla marched over, her steps echoing with authority.
“What are you hiding?” she demanded, her voice slicing through the tense air, bristling with suspicion. “You’re acting way too suspicious!” She reached forward, her hands grasping at the quilt.
Sadie blanched, her face draining of color as panic flared in her eyes.
The discovery of the phone would shatter her carefully laid plans.
Desperate, she shoved Kyla back, yelling, “Stop acting crazy!”
Her push was gentle, hardly more than a nudge, but Kyla, already weakened by the intense night before, stumbled. Her legs gave way, and she crumpled to the floor, her clothing twisting and bunching up around her limbs.
Sadie’s eyes trailed over the red marks marring her skin—marks left by kisses that were too eager, bites that lingered too long, and touches that were far too rough.
It was an undeniable trace of a night’s untamed heat.
The revelation sent a jolt through her, her breath catching in her throat.
Kyla staggered to her feet, her movements clumsy yet filled with an indignant energy.
“You actually dared to push me?” Her voice cut through the air, laced with sheer disbelief.
When she caught the direction of Sadie’s gaze, her lips twisted into a smug smirk.
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She slowly adjusted her rumpled clothes, her eyes shimmering with unspoken stories of conquest.
“Did you see this?” she asked, drawing out the words with a tantalizing slowness, her voice dripping with provocation. “Noah is always so…”
Kyla trailed off, her eyes darting as she searched for just the right description, finally settling with a flourish. “Passionate,” she declared, the word tinged with a mix of coquettish delight and pride.
Meanwhile, Sadie’s hands balled into fists at her sides, her nails pressing painfully into her palms—yet she felt nothing but a cold numbness.noveldrama
She shut her eyes and inhaled deeply to steady her racing heart. When she opened them again, her expression was serene, almost detached.
Was there a hint of relief in her calm demeanor?
Perhaps there was.
She was relieved that she had fallen out of love with Noah before his darker sides had fully emerged into the light.
How much more devastating would the betrayal have been otherwise?
“If you’re done putting on a show, Miss Wade, then get the hell out.” Sadie’s voice was a serene whisper, eerily devoid of emotion.
Kyla, momentarily stunned by Sadie’s calm, gave her a once-over.
Her eyes paused briefly on the cooling patch adorning Sadie’s forehead.
Was it just a fever, or was there something more?
Skepticism flickered across Kyla’s face.
“Is it just a fever?” she probed, her voice laced with a sliver of concern so subtle it was almost imperceptible.
Sadie’s response was a sneer, sharp and biting.
“Thanks to you, I’m still breathing,” she spat, her voice dripping with venomous sarcasm.
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