Chapter 384

Sadie’s mind reeled. She pushed against him, but he was immovable. His presence was overwhelming, leaving her breathless and unable to think clearly.noveldrama

Gradually, her resistance waned. She closed her eyes, yielding to the intensity of his embrace.

After a prolonged moment, Noah finally let her go, his gaze intense and his breathing heavy.

Sadie’s lips felt tender, her breathing ragged, her eyes wide with confusion.

“Noah…” She started to speak, but he cut her off.

“Why don’t you ask?” Noah’s voice was low and raspy.

Confused, Sadie paused, unsure of his meaning.

“Vivi.”

Noah’s voice was low and rough, laced with something unspoken—an emotion buried deep, restrained yet unmistakable.

Sadie snapped back to the present, suppressing the whirlwind inside her. “Mr. Wall, what does your affair with Miss Quinn have to do with me?”

The words were delivered with a chilling detachment, but beneath them, she held tightly onto the unraveling threads of her emotions. Vivi. Or anyone else. It had nothing to do with her.

Noah’s expression darkened. This wasn’t the reaction he had expected. He had braced himself for anger, for accusations, for the fire that once flared in her eyes three years ago.

His jaw tightened as he studied her face, searching for something—anything—beneath that composed mask. But there was nothing.

“Sadie.” Her name slipped from his lips, quieter this time. “Do you really not care?”

“Care?” Sadie tilted her head slightly, her lips curling into something dangerously close to mockery. “And why would I?” She held his gaze, unwavering. “Should I concern myself with your fleeting indulgences, Mr. Wall?” Her voice was velvety smooth, but her words were razor-sharp. “Or your feelings?”

Noah’s breath hitched for half a second—just long enough for her to notice. Before he could respond, there was a knock on the door.

“Mr. Wall, the charity auction is about to begin. Will you and Mrs. Wall be taking your seats now?” The manager’s voice, laced with careful deference, drifted from outside the lounge.

Sadie seized the moment like a lifeline. Without hesitation, she stepped past Noah, pushing the door open with a sense of urgency. “We’re heading over now,” she responded smoothly.

Noah remained where he stood for a moment, watching her slip away from him like sand through his fingers. A quiet ache settled in his chest—a weight he couldn’t quite define.

He exhaled slowly, running a hand through his hair before following her out.

As they stepped into the grand banquet hall, the air seemed to shift. Eyes turned toward them instantly, conversations dimming under the weight of their presence.

Across the room, Eva lounged in her seat, swirling her champagne with a knowing smirk. Her gaze flickered between them, amusement dancing in her eyes.

Ah, now this was getting interesting.

Meanwhile, Vivi sat rigid, her nails digging into her palms.

She had just found out that Sadie was actually Noah’s wife.

For three years, women had flitted in and out of Noah’s orbit. Some lingering, most forgotten. But never—never—had Vivi heard a whisper of him being married.

The buzz of excitement swirled through the elegantly dressed guests as bids were placed one after another.

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