Chapter 478
After stopping the car, Samuel stepped out and opened the rear door.
“Mr. Wall, we’re here,” he murmured.
There was no response. Noah’s eyes remained shut, his breathing steady, as though he was lost in deep slumber.
“Mr. Wall?” Samuel tried again, raising his voice slightly.
Still nothing.
Left with no alternative, Samuel placed a hand on Noah’s shoulder and gave it a light shake. “Sir, wake up. You’ve arrived.”
Noah stirred slightly, his eyelids fluttering before he finally opened his eyes. His gaze was unfocused, hazy, as though he was struggling to process his surroundings.
“Where… is this?” His voice was raspy, barely above a whisper.
“You’re home, sir. This is Myrtlewood Estate,” Samuel replied.
“Home…” Noah echoed, his voice trailing off. A flicker of recognition surfaced in his eyes, shadowed by longing and confusion.
He remembered. This was where he belonged. The place he shared with Sadie.
But where was she?
Why wasn’t she here?
“Sadie… Sadie…” His voice trembled with emotion, his desperation evident.
He attempted to get out of the car, as if determined to find Sadie.noveldrama
“Sir, please stay still. Let me assist you,” Samuel said, quickly moving to support him.
Vivi stepped out as well, watching Noah, her expression a mix of emotions.
“Mr. Wall, let me help you inside,” she offered softly.
With Samuel and Vivi flanking him, Noah was carefully led into the house.
The well-lit living room radiated warmth, yet an unspoken tension lingered in the air, as if the space itself was bracing for what was to come. Sadie sat on the sofa, waiting.
Sleep had eluded her. She couldn’t rest—not tonight.
Then, the sound of footsteps reached her ears.
Sadie’s heart skipped a beat.
She stood abruptly, her gaze fixed on the entrance.
And there they were—Samuel and Vivi guiding Noah inside.
Noah’s complexion was pallid, his steps unsteady, the unmistakable effects of alcohol weighing him down. And Vivi’s grip on him was firm, her concern evident. The way their bodies leaned into each other sent an unsettling message, a sight that invited whispers and assumptions.
Sadie’s breath caught in her throat, and her eyes widened in disbelief.
“Oh, Sadie, don’t take it the wrong way,” Vivi said, her tone a careful blend of sweetness and feigned innocence. “Noah just had a little too much to drink tonight, so I made sure he got home safely.”
She stood close to Noah, her hand lingering on his arm before easing him onto the sofa. A polite smile played on her lips, but her eyes carried an unmissable challenge, daring Sadie to react.
Sadie’s expression remained unreadable. Her gaze flicked over Vivi briefly before settling on Noah—motionless, reeking of alcohol.
She recalled what the driver had mentioned earlier. “Mrs. Wall, Mr. Wall informed me he’d be attending a work-related social event tonight and might return late.”
A work-related social event? Sadie almost laughed. So this was it? Getting drunk with Vivi and letting her drag him home like a trophy? Some event.
Vivi, taking Sadie’s silence as a sign of discomfort, felt a wave of satisfaction. The lack of resistance only fed her confidence.
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