Chapter 395
His words came instinctively, though his mind still reeled with silent questions. Why was Mrs. Wall here? And why did she look… lost?
Sadie, however, seemed oblivious to his scrutiny. Her head remained down, her posture distant, as if she were present in body but far away in thought.
Noah’s eyes swept over her, catching her discomfort. Without a word, he reached out, resting a hand gently on her shoulder.noveldrama
“Are you alright?”
The warmth of his touch startled Sadie. She forced a faint smile, willing herself to appear composed.
“I’m fine… just a little tired.”
Noah studied her for a moment before giving a small nod. “Alright.”
He didn’t press further, instead leading the way toward the suite.
Samuel stood motionless, watching them disappear down the hallway. His brows knitted together. Something was definitely off.
After a brief hesitation, he pulled out his phone, his fingers moving swiftly as he dialed a number.
“Breck, did you know Mrs. Wall is in Slimron?”
There was a pause on the other end. Then Breck, the ever-composed butler, spoke, a note of surprise in his tone. “Mrs. Wall is in Slimron? I wasn’t informed. And Mr. Wall… never mentioned it either.”
“I just found out myself,” Samuel murmured, lowering his voice. “She returned to the hotel with Mr. Wall, but… something seems off. She doesn’t look well. Like something happened.”
“I see…” Breck’s voice carried a note of contemplation. “I’ll keep an eye on things. You should do the same. Report anything unusual to me.”
“Understood.” Samuel ended the call, his mind now a storm of questions with no clear answers.
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Inside the presidential suite, luxury exuded from every corner—elegance without excess, refinement in every detail.
The soft glow of the city lights spilled through the floor-to-ceiling windows as Sadie sat motionless on the plush sofa, her gaze drifting over the glittering skyline, though she wasn’t truly seeing any of it. Her thoughts were far away.
Noah had poured a glass of water and stepped toward her before extending it.
“Drink.”
Sadie took the glass, sipping lightly, but the dryness in her throat remained.
“Thank you,” she murmured, her fingers tightening briefly around the cool glass. Then she asked, her voice slow and hoarse, “What brings you to… Slimron?” She didn’t look at Noah, her gaze anchored to the glass in her hands, as if bracing for an answer she wasn’t sure she wanted to hear.
Across from her, Noah settled into an armchair, his movements composed and deliberate. His long legs crossed, exuding a quiet, effortless authority.
For a moment, he said nothing. Then finally, he answered.
“I have matters to handle here.” Simple. Direct. Impenetrable.
Yet the weight of those words settled heavily in Sadie’s chest.
She lowered her lashes, exhaling softly.
“I see.”
And with that, silence reclaimed the space between them.
Noah watched her, his gaze unreadable. The way Sadie sat there, her posture weighed down by an invisible burden, stirred something deep inside him. He knew she had questions. He knew she was searching for something—answers that had eluded her for too long.
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