Chapter 21
Noah’s expression faltered, a trace of discomfort flashing across his features.
“It’s late, and it’s not safe for you to walk home alone. Kyla would understand; she won’t get the wrong idea.”
So, he acknowledged that Kyla was his precious sweetheart. The ache in Sadie’s chest grew until it was nearly unbearable.
With a forceful twist, Sadie freed her wrist and pivoted sharply to walk away.
The pain from her earlier injury was momentarily forgotten until she misstepped.
Her ankle buckled under her weight, and a sharp cry of pain escaped her lips as she stumbled. “Ah!”
Sadie tumbled gracelessly onto the cold ground. Instantly, Noah’s face twisted with concern, and he hastened to her side with long, urgent strides, sweeping her into his arms effortlessly.
“Let me down! I can manage on my own!” Sadie insisted, her voice thick with defiance as she wriggled in his grasp.
But Noah was unyielding. With a determined grip, he carried her to the black Bentley parked nearby. He settled her gently into the passenger seat, securing the seatbelt around her with a click that echoed her confinement, before slipping behind the wheel.
The Bentley sliced through the night, its engine a low growl against the silence. Outside, the landscape merged into a blur of shadows and fleeting lights, reflecting Sadie’s tumultuous emotions. She peered out, feeling adrift in a sea of confusion.
They navigated into an upscale residential area, the car’s headlights casting eerie shadows until they halted in front of a grand villa.
Sadie’s eyes widened in shock and a flicker of nostalgia. It was their former shared home.
Noah’s movements were tender yet firm as he carried Sadie into the living room and eased her onto the plush sofa. His brow furrowed as he observed her swollen ankle, his concern palpable in the quiet space.
Feeling uneasy, Sadie instinctively tried to retract her foot, but Noah gripped it firmly.
“Don’t move,” he commanded, his voice a blend of firmness and underlying warmth, leaving no room for protest.
Sadie’s heart fluttered with unease as she followed the instruction. With a swift motion, Noah pulled out his phone and promptly dialed a number.
The urgency in his voice was unmistakable as he stated sharply, “Jim, you have thirty minutes to make it to the Myrtlewood Estate.”noveldrama
On the other end, a groggy Jim Archer struggled to gather his wits. He attempted to ask a question, but Noah briskly cut him off and ended the call.
With a heavy sigh of resignation, Jim reluctantly swung his legs out of bed. As he dressed in the dim light of his bedroom, he grumbled under his breath, “It’s the dead of night. Why can’t these emergencies ever wait until morning?”
But he knew all too well that when Noah called, refusal wasn’t an option—not when his $200,000 monthly salary came from a man as powerful as Noah.
Half an hour later, Jim arrived at the estate, his hair tousled and his eyes bleary. He briefly vented his frustration to Noah before turning his attention to Sadie’s injury.
Examining her carefully, he concluded, “This ankle sprain is quite severe. You’ll need to stay off it and rest for a few days.”
His skilled hands were gently securing a bandage around her swollen ankle.
“Thank you, Dr. Archer,” Sadie murmured, her attention fixed on the throbbing ache in her ankle.
Jim waved off her gratitude with a casual flick of his wrist. “Oh, it’s nothing. With what your husband pays, it’s the least I can do.” His tone held a hint of cynicism that didn’t go unnoticed.
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