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    “I know exactly what to do now!” Nathan grinned excitedly. Overall, he was just relieved that he wouldn’t have to cause a scene at the wedding ceremony himself.


    “I went to the office today and acted like a total airhead. I’m pretty sure Jarrett’s cronies still think I’m an idiot!”


    He had barely finished speaking when he felt the prickle of an icy gaze fixed on him. Noah was ring at him.


    Nathan felt a chill run down his spine. He immediately set his cutlery down and shot to his feet.


    “Well, then, Ms. Hudson, Mr. Noel, I just remembered that I have something urgent to take care of. I’m sorry, but I’ll have to take my leave now. Please enjoy the rest of your meal!”


    He didn’t wait for either of them to respond and hurried out of the room. His instincts told him that if he stayed a minute longer, he might not make it out alive.


    Sadie was at a loss as she watched Nathan flee. That rascal sure had a knack for avoiding trouble.


    She cast a sideways nce at Noah. The traces of pain that had been in his eyes just a while ago were now gone, reced by that odd, fragile look.


    He picked up his utensils and proceeded to choose morsels of food from the spread, cing them on her te with deliberate care.


    “What a shame,” Noah remarked casually. “We have a veritable feast here, but Mr. Higgins had to leave before he could finish it.”


    Sadie raised an eyebrow and gave him a re. Noah must have picked up acting in thest three years.


    Noah caught the silent warning in her expression and immediately shut his mouth. It would do him good to refrain from teasing her further.


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    And so, the rest of dinner passed in silence.


    When they were done, a server came in with a card reader and waited for them to settle the bill.


    He paused by the table and nced back and forth between the two. His eyes glinted with meaning, as if he had already decided in his mind that these two guests were a married couple.


    Making up his mind, he leaned over to Sadie with a bright smile.


    “Madam, your totales to eight thousand dors. How would you like to pay?”


    Beneath his mask, Noah’s lips twitched into a smile. He was in high spirits, and he smoothly reached into the inner pocket of his suit jacket for a sleek ck card.


    Noah handed it over to the server and said, “I’ll take care of the bill.”


    The server paused and stared for two whole seconds before epting the card with a respectful bow. “Sure, sir.” Then he scurried to a side table to process the payment.


    Sadie watched the whole exchange with cold detachment. It was still vivid in her mind how Noah had shamelessly imed to have lost his wallet.


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