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And he even offered hollow assurances to her—the sheer absurdity of it all scraped against her already raw nerves.
Noah’s brow knitted into a deep furrow as shadows imed his features.
Her usation blindsided himpletely. “The baby Hailey carries,” he stated with unexpected firmness, “isn’t mine.”
His deration whipped Sadie’s attention back to him, her face a canvas of naked disbelief. How could that possibly be true?
If it was not his child, then why would Hailey fabricate such a momentous lie?
What purpose could Hailey’s deception possibly serve?
Her stunned expressionnced through Noah’s heart like a physical wound.
He recognized the skepticism brewing behind her eyes—of course, she wouldn’t believe him.
He lifted his hand in solemn oath, his expression grave as stone. “I swear on everything sacred to me, if the child Hailey carries belongs to me, I—”
“No!” The sound escaped as a strangled gasp.
Sadie lunged forward, her palm flying to seal his lips.
She couldn’t bear to hear another syble of this.
What value did such promises hold when whispered from lips that had already betrayed her?
“I need solitude right now,” she whispered, her voice fraying at the edges. “Please go.”
Noah gently pried her hand away, cradling it between both of his as though it were something infinitely precious.
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With tender precision, he tucked the warm nket snugly around her shoulders. “Rest now,” he murmured, his voice a soothing balm. “I’ll wait just beyond that door. Call for me at the slightest need.” Recognizing her desperate need for solitude, he retreated from pushing further, respecting the fragile boundary between them.
Sadie offered no response, merely sinking back against the pillows and allowing her eyelids to flutter closed.
If it was not Noah’s child growing within Hailey, then whose seed had taken root there?
ording to Hailey’s own statement, Noah cherished her deeply.
Yet why would she carry another man’s child within her?
Had she been manipted, a pawn in some borate deception? The possibility clung to Sadie’s consciousness like a stubborn shadow, refusing to dissipate no matter how she tried to dismiss it.
Without realizing it, exhaustion imed her as her eyelids grew leaden, dragging her down into the merciful embrace of slumber.
Meanwhile, beyond the sterile hospital walls, Sharon clutched a bag of carefully selected light dishes as she headed back toward Sadie’s room. She had barely emerged from the restaurant entrance when a sleek ck sedan screeched to a halt directly before her.
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