Chapter 843: "Nothing," she said softly.
She wasn't ready to unpack the storm still brewing inside her.
Turning forward, she addressed the driver, her voice clipped and weary.
"Take us back to the hotel. I'm tired—I just need to rest." The driver nodded without question and pulled away from the curb.
As the city lights blurred past the windows, Sadie sat in silence, her thoughts in disarray.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe kept repeating to herself that Noah was dead.
The man she saw back there he wasn't hers anymore. He was Patrick now.
Hailey's husband. The father of her child.
She should have accepted that truth a long tago.
There was no room left for fragile illusions.
She leaned her head back against the seat and closed her eyes, willing herself to let go-to erase that haunting face from her memory.
The car glided smoothly through the night.
Sadie remained unaware of the sleek, bubblegum-pink Lamborghini trailing them from a careful distance-silent, yet unwavering.
Half an hour later, Sadie's car pulled into the hotel driveway.
She gently urged Tina to call it a night, then turned toward her own room.
The corridor was still-too still. A subtle unease prickled at her skin.
Something wasn't right.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmShe slowed her pace.
Behind her, the soft echo of footsteps reached her ears-light but deliberate.
And then, unmistakably, the faint scent of an all-too-familiar perflingered in the air.
She turned slowly, her eyes sharp and unreadable as she faced the seemingly empty corridor behind her.
"If you're going to follow me, you might as well show yourself."
A short silence passed, then a figure sauntered out from the corner at the end of the corridor. The man's pink shirt immediately stood out, its top three buttons undone to expose a portion of his collarbone. It was Nathan.
His hands were tucked into his pockets, and his lips were curled into e his trademark mischievous smile. "Very nice, Ms. Hudson. Your senses are quite sharp." Every step he took toward Sadie was easy and relaxed.