Between Ruin And Resolve My Ex-Husband's Regret novel Chapter 264

Chapter 264 A Key To Noah’s World

“Kyla, do you know Noah well?” Vivi’s voice was soft, almost coaxing, laced with subtle intent. “I mean… what does he like? What does he hate?”

Kyla hesitated. For a moment, uncertainty flickered across her face before she exhaled, allowing years of carefully gathered knowledge to spill out. Every preference, every pet peeve–she laid them bare, as though offering up a key to Noah’s world. Vivi listened, nodding thoughtfully, her responses measured, her mind swiftly filtering through what was useful and what

was irrelevant.

Then, just as Kyla’s voice wavered, Vivi’s lips curled into a slow, knowing smile. “Alright, enough with the tears.” Her tone remained gentle, yet a dangerous undercurrent ran beneath it. “I’ll help you. Don’t worry–I’ll make sure you get Noah back.”

As soon as the call ended, the warmth in Vivi’s expression vanished like a fleeting illusion.

“Kyla, you really are a fool,” Vivi sighed, barely suppressing her disdain. Then, with a calculated air, she dialed another

number.

“Hello. Can you check Noah Wall’s schedule for tonight?”

After a while, Vivi ended the call, her lips curling ever so slightly. “Mountmend Manor… a charity gala… I see.” A flicker of determination lit her eyes as she whispered to herself, “Seems like tonight is the perfect opportunity.”

With quiet deliberation, she made her way to her wardrobe, letting her gaze sweep over an array of exquisite gowns. After a moment’s contemplation, she reached for a champagne–colored dress.

The fabric draped over her curves like liquid gold, flawlessly tailored to accentuate every contour of her frame. Its soft hue

complemented her porcelain skin, exuding both grace and allure.

Turning to her vanity, Vivi applied her makeup with practiced precision–her eyes lined just enough to captivate, her lips painted a subtle yet enticing shade. With a delicate touch, she twisted her long hair into an elegant updo, leaving just enough strands loose to frame her face in effortless sophistication.

As the finishing touch, she reached for a bottle of perfume, letting a mist of refreshing fragrance settle over her skin.

Satisfied, she studied her reflection in the mirror, tilting her head slightly as a slow, knowing smile spread across her lips. “Noah, tonight, you will definitely notice me.”

Meanwhile, across town, Sadie pushed open the doors of Myrtlewood Estate, instantly enveloped by the familiar, comforting scent of home–cooked dishes.

From the kitchen, Laura emerged, an apron tied neatly around her waist, carrying a steaming bowl of soup. A gentle smile

softened her features.

“You’re home, Sadie. You must be exhausted.” She set the bowl down with care. “Come, have some soup. I made your

Chapter 264 A Key To Noah’s World

favorite.”

Sadie took the bowl in her hands, its warmth seeping through her fingertips. She lifted the spoon and took a small sip, letting the rich, velvety flavor settle on her tongue.

“Grandma, you didn’t have to cook again.” Sadie set down the bowl with a sigh, her voice laced with exhaustion. “I could’ve just grabbed something simple.”

Laura clicked her tongue, her warm eyes filled with quiet reproach. “You silly child. No matter how busy work gets, your health should always come first.” She reached out, gently cupping Sadie’s face, her touch soft yet firm. “Look at you- you’ve lost so much weight.”

Sadie offered a tired smile. Before she could protest, Laura continued, “Oh, that reminds me–Noah’s back. He should be in

the study.”

The words landed like a stone in still water, sending ripples through Sadie’s thoughts.

“He’s… back?”

Laura nodded, her tone light. “Yes, just a little while ago. He’s probably drowning in work again.” She gestured toward another steaming bowl. “Take this to him, will you? The man needs to eat.”

A beat of silence passed before Sadie drew in a quiet breath and nodded. “Alright.”

She turned, steadying herself, before stepping toward the study.

The door stood slightly ajar, a sliver of light spilling into the dim hallway. Sadie paused, her heartbeat a quiet drum against her ribs, before she gently nudged the door open.

Inside, Noah sat at his desk, his attention fixed on the glow of his laptop screen. The light cast sharp shadows along the planes of his face, accentuating the strong, chiseled angles. His dark gray shirt clung to his broad frame, sleeves pushed up just enough to reveal the sculpted lines of his forearms.

The creak of the door broke the silence.

His gaze lifted.

“What is it?” Noah’s voice was cool, devoid of warmth.

Sadie stepped forward, placing the bowl gently on his desk.

“Grandma made soup. She asked me to bring it to you.” Her tone was soft, almost hesitant, as though she was afraid of

disturbing him.

Noah’s gaze flickered to the bowl, then back to her. For a fleeting moment, something unspoken passed through his eyes

-something unreadable.