Between Ruin And Resolve My Ex-Husband's Regret novel Chapter 123

Chapter 123 We’re Considering It

“Yes… yes, that’s right,” Kyla said, managing a forced smile.

Noah remained silent, giving her a penetrating look. “Go by yourself, then.”

He then turned and entered the elevator, not looking back.

Kyla watched as the elevator doors closed slowly and let out a long breath.

She gripped her phone tightly, her palms sweaty.

In the underground parking lot, Noah settled into the back seat of his Maybach.

“Mr. Wall,” Samuel said respectfully, handing over a set of documents. “Here’s the latest update on Miss Hudson’s studio.”

Noah skimmed through the documents casually.

The studio’s location, staffing, and even details about the first batch of clients were all meticulously documented.

“She’s moving quite fast,” Noah observed.

“According to reliable sources, the first project of Miss Hudson’s studio is complete, and the client is very satisfied,” added

Samuel.

Noah paused, his fingers resting on the page as his eyes landed on the words “Sadie’s Studio.”

“Keep an eye on it and report any developments immediately,” he commanded.

“Yes, Mr. Wall.”

Noah closed his eyes and massaged his temples.

Sadie’s decisiveness was unsettling for him.

He had expected her to cling to him after the divorce, pleading as she used to.

But she hadn’t.

She had left, as if he were merely a fleeting thought.

“Take me to Sadie’s studio,” he instructed the driver, his voice almost involuntary.

Upon arrival, Noah stayed in the car, observing the studio’s entrance through the window.

As time passed, the lights inside the studio went out one by one.

A slender figure emerged at the door–it was Sadie.

She had changed from her professional attire into a simple white dress.

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Chapter 123 We’re Considering It

Unaware of the Maybach parked by the roadside, she walked to the curb and hailed a taxi.

She told the driver the address of her grandma’s apartment.

Inside the Maybach, Samuel cautiously watched Noah’s expression through the rearview mirror. “Mr. Wall, should we…”

Noah’s eyes stayed fixed on the taxi ahead, his lips pressed tightly.

The driver, Omar Ruiz, also gauged Noah’s mood through the mirror. Years of experience had taught him exactly what Noah was contemplating.

With a slight turn of the steering wheel, Omar smoothly began to follow Sadie’s taxi.

The taxi eventually stopped at an older faculty housing complex.

Sadie paid the fare and stepped out.

Noah watched her until she vanished into the building, then he slowly averted his gaze.

“Mr. Wall, shall we head back-” Samuel began, only to be cut off.

“Back to Myrtlewood Estate,” Noah said, his voice low and tinged with fatigue.

Samuel and Omar exchanged glances, both puzzled.

Noah had rarely gone back to Myrtlewood Estate since Sadie’s departure.

Without further inquiry, Samuel directed Omar to drive.

Upon reaching the apartment door, Sadie felt an inexplicable unease wash over her.

She glanced at the dim streetlight, thinking she saw something move, yet nothing was there.

The night breeze chilled her, prompting her to tighten her coat.

“Was it just my imagination?” she whispered, taking out her keys to unlock the door.

“Sadie, you’re back!”

The comforting scent of home–cooked dishes and Laura’s warm smile welcomed her.