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    Noah snapped back to reality, looking at Sadie’s thoughtful profile. Suddenly, he reached out and gently ruffled her hair.


    “Sadie, Sadie. How did you be so obtuse all of a sudden?”


    It was such a simple n, yet she hadn’t figured it out early on. Sadie stiffened, more from his touch than his words. She quickly swatted his hand away.


    “Don’t touch me!” she snapped, her eyes shing with cold defiance. How dare he act so familiar with her? Who did he think he was?


    Nathan kept his eyes on the road and pretended not to notice anything. He didn’t even dare to breathe too loudly. He could sense the tension between the other two, and he knew it wasn’t something he could get involved in. He didn’t have the fortitude. His life would be far easier if he kept to hisne and kept his thoughts to himself.


    The rest of the drive was spent in silence.


    Before long, the pink sports car pulled up in front of the Emerald Hotel. No sooner did ite to a stop than Sadie flung the car door open and jumped out without a backward nce.


    She mmed the door behind her with so much force that Nathan couldn’t help but wince. He proceeded to inwardlyment the abuse of his limited edition sports car.


    As he was doing this, Noah leisurely got out of the car. Before leaving, however, he pulled a crisp hundred-dor bill from his pocket and tossed it through the driver’s seat window.


    “Cab fare,” he quipped before straightening and sauntering into the hotel.


    Nathan stared after him, dumbfounded. Cab fare? How humiliating! Patrick had really just treated him—a member of the Higgins family—like a chauffeur.


    Nathan’s embarrassment soon morphed into anger. He did nothing about it, though, and simply stepped on the gas. In the end, he knew that neither Sadie nor Patrick was to be trifled with. His best bet was to make a swift exit.


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    Nathan sped all the way back to his vi in the suburbs. He had just stepped out of his car when a petite figure darted out from the flower bushes nearby. A whiff of fragrance trailed after her, and the next thing Nathan knew, she was clinging onto his waist.


    He stiffened, his brows knitting into a deep frown. Who would have the audacity to pounce on him like this?


    He pulled back slightly and looked down, only to find a tearful Ophelia.


    Nathan clicked his tongue and resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Instead, he patted her back and put some more distance between them.


    “Miss Johnson,” he said, his toneced with subtle mockery, “you are about to be my sister-inw. Throwing yourself at me like this isn’t appropriate behavior, is it?”


    Ophelia wept even harder. She gazed up at him, her eyes red and puffy and full of grievance.


    “Nathan!” she cried out. “Tell me the truth! Your engagement to that woman, Sadie, is fake, right? It must be some ruse to provoke Daren and annoy Jarrett, right? It must be! We… We’ve already had sex. You can’t just cast me aside!”


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