Chapter 120
Noah stepped into his path. “What’s this sudden interest in Sadie? Are you keeping secrets from me?”
Jim avoided a direct response. His eyes flicked to Kyla, still seated, and with a knowing glance, he challenged, “How long will you keep up this charade? Is it really amusing to have all three of you under one roof here at Myrtlewood Estate?”
Noah’s expression tightened. “Stay out of my affairs.”
With a casual shrug, Jim remarked, “It hardly matters to me.” He then moved past Noah and made his way upstairs, leaving Noah brooding silently in the living room.
Jim knocked softly on the bedroom door, the sound barely audible.
“Come in.” Sadie’s response came from inside, her voice raspy and weak.
As Jim eased the door open, he caught sight of Sadie perched on the edge of the bed, her face slightly drained of color.
“What happened last night? Why did you cancel the plan?” Jim approached her, his voice laced with concern, his brow creased with a trace of puzzlement.
“It was too risky to go through with,” Sadie murmured, shaking her head as a wave of exhaustion seemed to wash over her. “I can’t afford to complicate things further.”
Her gaze lifted, eyes steeling with resolve. “I need to figure out a way to step out in the next few days.”
“Step out?” Jim frowned slightly. “Where do you plan to go?”
“Anywhere but here,” Sadie stated, her voice quivering as she gripped the blanket, her knuckles blanching.
“There’s no way Noah’s letting you step out alone,” Jim pointed out.
“I know,” Sadie sighed deeply, her expression fraught with determination. “That’s why I need you. Could you possibly speak with Noah?”
She gazed at Jim, desperation flickering in her eyes. “Tell him I’ve got work to handle, and if the business partners can’t get a hold of me, they’ll start getting suspicious.”
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Jim held her gaze, a silent moment passing between them before he nodded, his expression solemn. “I’ll do what I can,” he assured her.
“Thanks, Jim,” Sadie said, her voice threaded with gratitude as a warm smile brightened her face.
“Don’t stress yourself out over it,” Jim replied, his voice mellowing as he locked eyes with her. “I’ll do my best to help you.”
He hesitated, his concern evident as he continued, “Just make sure you’re eating well and resting enough. It’s not just about you anymore; the baby needs it too.”
“I know, I know,” Sadie murmured, her gaze drifting away thoughtfully.
Jim’s expression was a complex tapestry of emotions as he watched her, wanting to say more but ultimately holding back.
With quiet resolve, he turned and left the room, gently closing the door behind him before making his way downstairs.
Noah was still there, framed against the vast floor-to-ceiling window in the living room, lost in thought.
As Jim’s footsteps echoed softly, Noah turned, his gaze intense and laden with unspoken words.
“What were you and Sadie discussing?” he asked, his voice a low rumble.
“Nothing,” Jim answered, stopping to face him, his posture tense.
“But you were in there for a long time,” Noah pressed, skepticism sharpening his tone.
“Just some stuff about her health,” Jim replied, shifting uncomfortably. “Sadie’s… she’s not doing great.”
He took a deep breath, steeling himself before adding, “Noah, this isn’t working. You can’t keep going on like this.”
Noah’s frown deepened, a shadow falling over his features.
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