Between Ruin And Resolve My Ex-Husband's Regret novel Chapter 620

Chapter 620 What’s Coming Won’t Be Easy

Noah’s lips curled into a cold, humorless smile.

He stepped forward, his shadow stretching over Sadie as she lay rigid on the bed. His voice dropped, smooth and sharp with warning

“Is that so? Then brace yourself- what’s coming won’t be easy.”

He leaned in, close enough that his breath grazed her ear.

“Being a widow never is.”

Sadie shot him a sharp, silent glare- too drained to argue.

She tossed the covers aside, snatched the folded clothes from the nightstand, and made to leave.

But Noah moved faster. His hand closed around her wrist and tugged her back, folding her into his arms with quiet force.

His chest pressed against her back, steady and warm. He tousled her hair–clumsily, yet with a strange tenderness.

“Just get some rest for now,” he murmured, his tone stripped of its earlier edge, low and almost tender. “You’ve just come out of a fever. Your body’s still fragile. Let yourself heal.”

He paused, fingers still curled around her wrist, then slowly let her go.

“I’ll have the doctor check in again.”

Sadie didn’t move. Her hands stayed at her sides, clenched so tightly the blood fled her knuckles.

His warmth still lingered on her skin–unwelcome, yet stubbornly present.

She couldn’t explain it–why her body betrayed her silence, why she hadn’t recoiled from his grasp. Without a word, she eased back down onto the bed, the mattress sinking beneath her weight and uncertainty.

Noah turned without another glance, leaving only the soft click of the door behind him. Sadie s her face blank but her thoughts churning beneath the surface–guarded, tangled, unreadable.

after him,

A buzz from her phone jolted her from the quiet.

It was Samuel

She grabbed the phone from the nightstand and answered. “Hello?”

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Chapter 620 What’s Coming Won’t Be Easy

“Ms. Hudson, I’ve located the owner of the number. The woman is safe. We can move her discreetly to Jazmah

tomorrow.”

A rush of air escaped Sadie’s lips–half relief, half disbelief. At last, a thread of order in the chaos.

“Thank you,” she said, her tone calm once more–authority flowing back into her voice like the return of a tide.

“For now, settle that person in Rosehill Apartments. And ensure, without exception, that no one finds out.”

Her final words cut clean and quiet–controlled, but edged with unmistakable command.

Just then, the door swung open with a soft creak. Noah entered, a doctor a step behind.

He paused, catching her last sentence midair. No one finds out? Finds out what?

The words lingered like the tail of smoke after a gunshot–impossible to ignore.

His eyes locked on her, brows drawing slightly as suspicion flickered in his gaze. What secret was she guarding

so fiercely?

The doctor stepped forward, clipboard in hand, breaking the tension with a courteous nod. He launched into the examination- routine questions, a check of Sadie’s vitals, the stethoscope cool against her skin. Noah remained to the side, arms folded across his chest, silent and unreadable. But Sadie could feel it–that steady, piercing scrutiny.

The doctor straightened and turned toward Noah.

“Mr. Noel, Ms. Hudson’s recovering well,” the doctor said with professional calm. “Her fever’s completely broken. No complications. Just make sure she rests and sticks to a light diet.”

Noah gave a distracted nod. “Understood.”

By the time he surfaced from his spiraling thoughts, the doctor was gone.

Sadie remained on the bed, her gaze fixed out the window- quiet, unmoved, as if Noah were no more than a ghost passing through her periphery.

His throat tightened. Words hovered on the edge of his tongue. He wanted to ask about the call.

Who was she hiding? Who was she talking about?

But the cold line of her jaw, the steel in her posture, stopped him.

Even if he asked, she wouldn’t tell him. She never did. And he was tired of the same bitter arguments that got

them nowhere.

Without another word, he turned and walked out, his footsteps muffled by the polished floor.

At the far end of the corridor, he pulled out his phone and dialed Jack.