Chapter 158
Noah paused, his fingers resting on the page as his eyes landed on the words “Sadie’s Studio.”
“Keep an eye on it and report any developments immediately,” he commanded.
“Yes, Mr. Wall.”
Noah closed his eyes and massaged his temples. Sadie’s decisiveness was unsettling for him. He had expected her to cling to him after the divorce, pleading as she used to. But she hadn’t. She had left, as if he were merely a fleeting thought.
“Take me to Sadie’s studio,” he instructed the driver, his voice almost involuntary.
Upon arrival, Noah stayed in the car, observing the studio’s entrance through the window. As time passed, the lights inside the studio went out one by one. A slender figure emerged at the door—it was Sadie.
She had changed from her professional attire into a simple white dress. Unaware of the Maybach parked by the roadside, she walked to the curb and hailed a taxi. She told the driver the address of her grandma’s apartment. Inside the Maybach, Samuel cautiously watched Noah’s expression through the rearview mirror.
“Mr. Wall, should we…?”
Noah’s eyes stayed fixed on the taxi ahead, his lips pressed tightly together. The driver, Omar Ruiz, also gauged Noah’s mood through the mirror. Years of experience had taught him exactly what Noah was contemplating. With a slight turn of the steering wheel, Omar smoothly began to follow Sadie’s taxi.
The taxi eventually stopped at an older faculty housing complex. Sadie paid the fare and stepped out. Noah watched her until she vanished into the building, then he slowly averted his gaze.
“Mr. Wall, shall we head back—?” Samuel began, only to be cut off.
“Back to Myrtlewood Estate,” Noah said, his voice low and tinged with fatigue.
Samuel and Omar exchanged glances, both puzzled. Noah had rarely gone back to Myrtlewood Estate since Sadie’s departure. Without further inquiry, Samuel directed Omar to drive.
Upon reaching the apartment door, Sadie felt an inexplicable unease wash over her. She glanced at the dim streetlight, thinking she saw something move, yet nothing was there. The night breeze chilled her, prompting her to tighten her coat.
“Was it just my imagination?” she whispered, taking out her keys to unlock the door.
“Sadie, you’re back!” The comforting scent of home-cooked dishes and Laura’s warm smile welcomed her. On the dining table, dishes steamed invitingly, and Alex was setting the tableware.
“Grandma, why did you cook yourself?” Sadie quickly dropped her bag and hugged Laura.noveldrama
Laura patted Sadie’s hand, looking at her affectionately. “I invited Alex for dinner, so I wanted to treat the man I consider my grandson-in-law well. Go wash your hands. Dinner’s ready.”
Caught off guard, Sadie hesitated, then looked at Alex, her voice polite. “Alex, good to have you here.”
“I’m here to mooch a meal. Averi is already asleep,” Alex replied, pulling out a chair for her.
They sat down, and Laura served Sadie food, talking about everyday matters.
“Sadie, you and Alex are at a good age to think about marriage. When do you plan to get married?”
Laura’s question made Sadie pause mid-bite.
“We, uh…” Sadie began, but Alex cut in.
“We’re considering it. We’ll let you know when the date is set,” Alex said with a kind smile.
“That’s wonderful,” Laura said, her face lighting up. “I know you young people have your ways, so I won’t meddle. But Sadie, Alex is a fine man. You should hold him dear.”
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