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    He approached the bed, his eyes resting on Sadie’s pale face. His voice softened without meaning to. “Sadie, focus on getting better. Let me handle the rest. I’ll find the answers.”


    Sadie slowly lifted her gaze toward the man who had materialized at the doorway of her hospital room. For a heartbeat, she froze in disbelief.


    Noah?


    What on earth was he doing here?


    The concern etched on his face and the urgency in his voice earlier—did he somehow know about her pregnancy?


    Unease crawled through her veins as she deliberately avoided his prating gaze. “I don’t need you meddling in my affairs, Mr. Noel,” she dered, her voice sharp as winter frost. “You’re not wee here. Please leave.”


    With that dismissal, she twisted away to stare out the window, her profile rigid with feigned indifference.


    Sharon hastened to diffuse the crackling tension. “Sadie, please reconsider your words,” she implored. “You copsed earlier, and Mr. Noel was the one who rushed you to the hospital before things got worse.”


    Sadie continued to gaze out the window as though the conversation hadn’t registered. “Sharon,” she murmured without turning, “I’m hungry.”


    The messagended instantly with Sharon.


    Sadie was cleverly orchestrating her exit.


    Sharon exhaled softly, realizing Sadie’s unwavering stubbornness.


    She cast a meaningful nce toward Noah, her eyes swimming with silent entreaty—a wordless plea for him to protect Sadie from further heartache.


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    Without another syble, Sharon slipped from the room, easing the door shut with a gentle click that somehow echoed with finality.


    Noah crossed the room in three purposeful strides and sank onto the chair beside the bed.


    He reached out, enveloping Sadie’s slender hand in his warm palm, his grip gentle yet resolute.


    Beneath his touch, Sadie’s hand remained achingly cold, like marble left in shadow.


    A fierce protectiveness surged through him—he vowed silently to shield her from further pain, to be her sanctuary rather than another source of anguish.


    The Hailey situation demanded immediate resolution; procrastination was no longer an option. “Sadie,” he dered with quiet conviction, “I’m not going anywhere. The situation with Hailey—I promise to resolve it swiftly.”


    Sadie yanked her hand away, her eyes shing with biting derision.


    A brittleugh escaped her throat, the sound raw with emotion. “And precisely how will you ‘resolve it,’ Mr. Noel?” she asked, her voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “By eliminating your pregnant wife to validate your supposed innocence?”


    The audacity of Noah’s promise staggered her—how dare he make such ims while Hailey carried his child?


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