Between Ruin And Resolve My Ex-Husband's Regret novel Chapter 623

Chapter 623 The Face She

Yearned For

Noah’s voice had turned deep, with a tinge of begrudging assent that even he failed to notice.

He stood up and cast a long, meaningful glance at Sadie’s back before turning away and leaving the room.

The door shut behind him with a soft click.

Only then did Sadie allow herself to relax. She slowly sat up, a mix of emotions crossing her face.

Had he really left, just like that?

An irrational sense of loss welled up inside her chest, as if some part of her, deep down, had expected him to

stay.

But then her lips curled into a self–deprecating smile. “What are you thinking, Sadie?” She softly mocked

herself. “Did you really expect him to stay? Don’t be silly. He is Hailey’s husband now. He isn’t yours anymore.”

She was still wading through her jumbled thoughts when the knob turned again, and the door swung open.

Noah had returned.

Sadie was startled, but she quickly adopted her previously aloof demeanor.

Noah was just as surprised to see her in a sitting position.

Then he noticed her feigned composure, and a hint of amusement flickered in his eyes.

He walked to the bed and leaned close enough that his breath brushed against the shell of her ear.

“Well,” he drawled playfully. “Were you sad to see me leave?”

“Well,”

Sadie’s heart skipped a beat. She could feel her cheeks heating up at his proximity.

Instead of answering him, she huffed and pulled the blanket over herself. In the dark cocoon of the covers, all

she could hear was the furious pounding of her heart.

Noah’s declaration from earlier kept echoing in her head. He had told her that Hailey didn’t mean anything to

him, but what did he mean?

Was there trouble in their relationship?

Had he regained his memory?

As soon as that last thought occurred to her, Sadie dismissed it.

Impossible.

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Chapter 623 The Face She Yearned For

If Noah’s memory had returned, he wouldn’t be treating her this way. He should be itching to kill her on sigh

As Sadie’s mind continued to swirl in turmoil, she felt the mattress dip beside her.

The bed immediately felt cramped.

On instinct, she peeked over the blanket to see what was going on.

It was all she could do not to gasp out loud.

Noah had somehow climbed onto the bed!

He was lying next to her, eliminating any semblance of distance between them.

The warmth of his body radiated through the blanket, along with his heady, lavender scent.

The air inside the room seemed to have grown thick and heavy.

Sadie’s heart was hammering so fast, she wouldn’t be surprised if it beat right out of her chest.

She held her breath, not daring to move even a single inch.

Sensing her tension, Noah reached out and gently brushed aside the stray strands of hair that framed the top

of her face.

Then Sadie felt a tender kiss on her forehead, so light and careful, it was like the brush of feather against skin

“Be good.” Noah’s voice was barely above a whisper, but it still carried a gently kind of authority. “Get some

sleep.”

Šadie pushed the blanket down so that her entire face was now exposed. And she gazed at his handsome face.

Noah’s eyes were closed, his expression serene.

She had yearned for this face for three agonizing years.

It had appeared countless times in her dreams, but each visit had only left her feeling empty upon waking.