Between Ruin And Resolve My Ex-Husband's Regret novel Chapter 223

Chapter 2

The Limelight

“But, Noah…” Kyla paused, words teetering on the brink of her lips.

Noah cut her off with a calm yet decisive tone. “Kyla, there are other matters I need to handle.”

A chill raced through Kyla’s heart, her unspoken words retreating back into silence.

It was clear; Noah was pushing her away.

Her eyes flicked to Sadie, then back to Noah, her heart burning with envy.

Why? Why was it that Sadie and her child could remain while she was being sent away?

Though Kyla resisted the idea, she felt powerless to change her situation.

Finally, she clenched her jaw and said, “Fine. I’ll leave now.”

With these words, she left, her departure marked by a rigid posture that masked her raging emotions.

Throughout this, Sadie said nothing, clutching her son closely.

The way Noah had just treated Kyla was unexpected, sparking a hint of astonishment within her.

Noah had always shown a soft, yielding side to Kyla in her recollections, never dismissing her so outright.

Yet today, his attitude had completely changed. It was now cold and steady.

Half an hour later, in the living room, Noah moved towards the door, seemingly ready to leave.

Observing his firm, poised stance, Sadie felt a spontaneous urge to keep him there a little longer.

Rising to her feet, she suggested, “It’s still quite early. Maybe you could have some breakfast before leaving?”

Halting abruptly, Noah turned around.

His gaze met Sadie’s, a brief look of confusion crossing his face as he processed her earlier words.

“Alright,” he said with a lightness that masked his feelings.

A soft sigh escaped Sadie in response.

She approached the dining table.

Aromatic steam from the oatmeal and fresh pastries wafted through the air, filling the room with inviting scents.

Noah took a seat, his eyes appreciating the breakfast before him, and a subtle smile touched his lips.

The table was set with a heartier fare than usual. This breakfast bore a comforting, homemade quality unlike the standard offerings before.

He picked up a spoon, scooped up some oatmeal, and tasted it.

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“Not bad,” he said, his voice infused with an unexpected warmth.

With a cheerful tone, a maid said, “Indeed. Mrs. Wall prepared this herself.”

Watching Noah relish the meal, Sadie felt a sense of ease wash over her.

Though she had prepared the breakfast mainly for Averi’s sake, worried that the usual fare in the villa wouldn’t suit the child, she hadn’t anticipated this misunderstanding with Noah.

Nevertheless, it was of little consequence. She had more pressing topics to address with him.

Pausing briefly, Sadie gathered her thoughts. “Um, I was thinking about going back to the studio to work. And about Averi’s

kindergarten…”

Noah placed his spoon down and gave her his full attention. “You should talk to the butler for such matters.”

“Alright,” Sadie responded with a nod, feeling a sense of relief.

Noah didn’t reject the proposals. His direction to consult the butler effectively meant his consent was given.

Rising to his feet, Noah straightened his suit jacket.

“I must attend to some matters. Enjoy your day.”

With those words, he exited the estate, never once looking back.

As Sadie watched his silhouette vanish through the doorway, her feelings were a complex whirl of emotions.

She didn’t know what Noah was thinking, nor could she predict what the future held for them.

Her immediate priority, however, was to look after Averi.

Meanwhile, Kyla made her way furiously to the branch office and violently shut her office door, the sound echoing loudly.

Her chest heaved with anger.

“Why? Why does Sadie get to live at Myrtlewood Estate?” She seethed in silence, her voice dripping with anger. “I am the

rightful lady of Myrtlewood Estate.”

As she paced her office, Kyla’s hands were clenched so tightly that her nails threatened to pierce her skin.

At that moment, there was a hesitant knock on the door from the design department manager.

“Come in.” Kyla forced herself to suppress her fury, trying to make her voice sound calm.

The manager walked in cautiously, holding a pile of documents, and moved towards her hesitantly.

“Miss Wade, we have Ms. Shaw’s jewelry design drafts ready. Additionally, the invitation for the Starlight Gala has arrived.”

Receiving the documents, Kyla skimmed them quickly, her expression changing as an idea began to form.