She paused, her stomach churning, and revulsion threatened to break through her composure.
“Frankly, being around you all is nauseating,” she continued.
Noah’s expression hardened.
This was a new, bitter sharpness in Sadie’s voice that he hadn’t encountered before.
Could Kyla have said something she shouldn’t have to his mother? Noah was about to inquire when the door slammed shut abruptly, cutting off any opportunity for him to speak. The click of the lock echoed, firm and decisive.
Noah stood outside the door, his expression dark and foreboding. Inside, Sadie pressed her back against the door, gradually sinking to the floor.
She couldn’t bear the sight of Noah anymore.
She resolved to shut out his words from now on.
Tonight, Sadie was determined to escape through the window.
She anticipated the moment eagerly.
Her careful watching had revealed a security lapse around nine o’clock each evening during the guard shift change.
It was an ideal opportunity.
Inhaling deeply, Sadie sought to steady her nerves.
She rose, approached the window, and quietly opened it slightly to survey the scene below.
Meanwhile, Noah made his way to the dining room.
The air was tense as Isabel and Kyla sat at the table, their faces strained.
Isabel set down her utensils sharply as Noah approached, her tone laced with criticism. “Noah, if you’re divorcing, it’s time that troublemaker left. Why keep her around?”
Her words cut through the air, tinged with resentment.
Noah’s expression tightened, his impatience evident.
“Mind your own affairs,” he retorted coldly, his voice carrying a warning edge.
Isabel bristled at her son’s rebuff, her displeasure growing.
“So, when are you planning to get engaged to Kyla?” she asked, turning expectantly to Kyla.
Noah’s face immediately took on a sterner look, his eyes narrowing as he faced Isabel.
“When did I ever say I was going to get engaged to her?”
Kyla, perceiving the escalating tension, stepped in with a reassuring smile. “Mrs. Wall, Noah just needs a little more time. We should pace ourselves.”
Her tone was gentle, aiming to calm the charged room.
Facing continuous rebuffs from her son, Isabel turned livid with anger, and she couldn’t contain her frustration any longer. “I’m done with both of you!”
She rose sharply and exited the dining room in haste, leaving Noah and Kyla behind in a tense and awkward silence.
Kyla extended a delicate hand to lightly grasp Noah’s sleeve, her touch grazing his wrist.
Tears rimmed her eyes as she spoke in a tender voice, displaying a touching vulnerability. “Noah, Mrs. Wall was just showing her care for you. Please don’t take her words to heart. We don’t have to rush this, okay?”
Her eyes met Noah’s, filled with earnest emotion, pleading silently.
Noah quietly pulled his arm away, irritation flickering in his glance. “I have no appetite,” he responded tersely, then turned and walked toward the stairs.
Kyla’s gaze lingered on his departing back, a flicker of reluctance in her eyes that she swiftly concealed.
She quickened her pace to catch up, her smile seamlessly returning. “Since you’re not hungry, how about we try that new restaurant downtown? They serve excellent dishes.”
She paused briefly, proposing with apparent nonchalance, “Why don’t we ask Sadie to join us? She hardly touched her lunch; she must be hungry.”
Behind her friendly facade, Kyla was plotting. She needed to keep Sadie from slipping away through the window.
She had already set the hacker on standby, just waiting for the right moment to deal with Sadie.
Her plans were too important to be abandoned now.
Noah paused, her suggestion catching his attention as he furrowed his brows slightly.
“Why wasn’t she eating?” he asked, his voice tinged with both curiosity and a subtle concern that was almost unnoticeable.
“Perhaps she finds the food at home too bland. I’ve read that people who aren’t feeling well sometimes prefer stronger flavors,” Kyla explained, her voice infused with a hint of concern that suggested genuine care for Sadie’s well-being.
Gracefully, she moved toward the staircase.
“I’ll go see how Sadie is doing.” Casually throwing the remark behind her, Kyla ascended the stairs, leaving Noah to ponder alone.
Internally, Kyla grinned. She was eager to see how Sadie would try to get away this time.
Arriving at Sadie’s door, she confidently raised her hand and knocked decisively.
“Knock. Knock. Knock.”
Her knocking was persistent and forceful.
“Sadie? Sadie!” she called, her voice growing louder and infused with urgency as she knocked.
In her room, Sadie scowled with irritation. What was Kyla planning this time?
As Kyla’s knocks echoed, Sadie’s stress escalated.
“Knock. Knock. Knock.”
The knocks intensified, echoing louder through the room.
Unable to bear the incessant knocking, Sadie quickly stood, marched to the door, and flung it open.
“What is it you want?”
Her tone was cold, her stare piercing, as though she could see right through Kyla.
Taken aback by Sadie’s vehement reaction, Kyla momentarily stepped backward.
However, she swiftly regained her composure, her smile returning.
“Sadie, are you alright? Why were you taking so long to answer?” Kyla’s voice was laced with concern, her eyes twinkling with a hint of smug satisfaction.
Sadie responded with a cold glare, remaining silent.
At that moment, Noah appeared.
He caught sight of Sadie by the door, her expression tense and her eyes steely, which deepened his concern.
“What’s happening here?” he inquired, stepping closer to Sadie with evident worry.
Ignoring Noah, Sadie directed her cold tone at Kyla, asking, “What is it that you really want?”
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
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