Chapter 282
The cold of the water offered Noah only temporary clarity; it did little to extinguish the persistent, unsettling heat that simmered within him. Sadie collapsed onto the floor, curled up, her face hidden in her arms as tears silently spilled down her cheeks.
Eventually, she raised her head, her eyes drawn to the bed.
The warmth of Noah’s presence lingered on the sheets, and the air was subtly tainted with a sweet, cloying scent.
A thought struck her, and she leapt up, walking briskly to the bed. She reached out, touching the sheets that radiated residual heat. Remembering the odd heat of Noah’s skin when he had held her, she wondered if perhaps he had been drugged.
Stunned by her own suspicion, Sadie considered who might drug Noah within this estate. Could Kyla be involved? That thought seemed far-fetched—they were, after all, a couple.
Why would Kyla resort to dragging Noah? Such an action seemed wholly unnecessary.
Her eyes shifted toward the bathroom, torn between the urge to check on him and her own trepidation. Noah’s unpredictable state unnerved her profoundly.
As the silence stretched from the bathroom, Sadie’s concern eventually overpowered her fears.
“Noah?” Sadie’s knock on the door was hesitant, met with silence. “Noah!” she called out more forcefully, yet the lack of response only heightened her anxiety.
With a surge of concern, she no longer held back and burst through the bathroom door.
Inside, Noah was slumped against the tiles, drenched and unconscious, with water still cascading down on him and steam clouding the air. Instinctively, Sadie clenched her teeth and mustered all her strength to pull him from the slick floor.
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He proved far heavier than she anticipated, making each step toward the bedroom a burdensome effort.
Finally managing to get him onto the bed, Sadie caught her breath, visibly exhausted. She quickly dried him off, her eyes fixed on his closed ones as her brows knitted together in worry.
The urgent need for medical assistance became clear in her mind.
She reached for the bedside telephone, dialing the butler’s number. “Hello, this is Sadie. Could you please call the doctor? I… I need a doctor here.” Her voice shook with urgency.
“Understood, Miss Hudson. I’ll arrange it right away,” came the butler’s steady, reassuring reply.
After hanging up, Sadie remained seated by the bed, her anxiety evident as she awaited help. She frequently checked Noah’s forehead, her anxiety intensifying with each passing second.
Meanwhile, in the adjacent room, Kyla had become sleepy from the long wait. Dressed meticulously, she grew increasingly restless as Noah had not yet appeared, a sense of unease taking hold.
“Why hasn’t Noah shown up yet?” she muttered while applying another layer of makeup in front of the mirror.
Suddenly, a knock sounded from the neighboring room.
Kyla got up and opened the door. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw the butler was about to enter the neighboring room with a doctor.
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