?Chapter 1033:
Noah bristled at the dismissal, determination hardening within him. He wouldn’t let her slip away so easily.
He took one fluid, calcted stride, cing his body directly in her path, a yful smile dancing at the corners of his mouth.
“Ms. Hudson, I’ve traveled all this way with you, and you’re already trying to dismiss me without even offering a moment’s… hospitality?”
Sadie’s finger froze a hairsbreadth from the doorbell. She pivoted slowly to face Noah, observing his self-assured expression. A suddenugh, tinged with unmistakable mockery, escaped her lips. Wasn’t he the one who had adamantly insisted on apanying her just moments ago? The irony wasn’t lost on her.
A sharp retort formed on her tongue, but before she could unleash it, Noah moved with unexpected swiftness, as if he’d anticipated her very thoughts. In one deft motion, he sidestepped her body, shoved open the unlocked apartment door, and glided inside like a shadow.
His movements flowed with such fluid precision and blinding speed that neither Sadie nor Samuel could possibly intervene. Sadie stood rooted to the spot, utterly speechless. The arsenal of sarcastic remarks she had mentally prepared evaporated instantly, leaving nothing but stunned silence trapped in her throat. Noah’s shamelessness reached new, impressive heights with each encounter.
From his position to the side, Samuel lowered his head strategically, shrinking his presence and barely permitting himself to breathe. With tension crackling between Sadie and Patrick like live electricity, Samuel wisely opted to maintain invisibility.
Sadie inhaled deeply, drawing air to the bottom of her lungs, forcibly tamping down the volcano of exasperation threatening to erupt. Composing herself, she squared her shoulders and marched purposefully after him into the apartment. Samuel trailed after her like a shadow, pulling the apartment door closed with barely a whisper of sound.
Sunlight spilled across the spacious living room, illuminating its simple yet invitingly cozy decor. The hunched figure perched anxiously on the edge of the sofa, however, cast a palpable shadow of unease across the otherwise warm atmosphere.
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It was a woman in her fifties, d in modest attire, silver threads woven through her hair. Her fingers twisted the hem of her garment with white-knuckled intensity, her slight frame visibly trembling, and her face etched with naked fear and raw anxiety.
Noah’s keen gaze immediately locked onto the distressed woman perched on the sofa. His stride faltered momentarily, a subtle furrow forming between his brows. A woman? This unexpected revtion deepened the mystery.
A middle-aged woman?
Could this really be the same person Sadie had gone to such lengths to conceal at Rosehill Apartments—the one she secretly brought into Jazmah, with so many people involved, all while keeping it a secret? This didn’t match anything Noah had expected. The suspicion that had been weighing on him dissolved, leaving only a strange, disoriented confusion.
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