Between Ruin And Resolve My Ex-Husband's Regret novel Chapter 85

Chapter 85 Let Me Do It

When Samuel arrived at Myrtlewood Estate with Kyla, he found Noah already drunk–sprawled across the study’s sofa, eyes barely slits in his flushed face.

“Mr. Wall?” Samuel called out, his voice cautious.

He moved to help Noah to his room, but a slender hand caught his

“I’ll take care of him,” Kyla murmured.

Samuel mustered a strained smile. “Mr. Wall’s not exactly light, Miss Wade. Let me do it.”

It was a flimsy excuse. The truth was, Samuel didn’t want Kyla anywhere near Noah, especially while Noah was drunk.

This was not because he favored Sadie to Kyla; his loyalty lay squarely with Noah, not with Sadie or anyone else.

As Samuel supported Noah, he felt like he was carrying a sack of bricks.

The overwhelming blend of alcohol and Noah’s usual heavy, woody cologne made his head swim.

Noah groaned, his brow creased, as though even unconscious, he couldn’t escape his troubles.

Kyla trailed silently behind them, her eyes glinting with a strange cocktail of satisfaction and unease she couldn’t quite

shake.

“Samuel, are you sure you can handle that?” Kyla’s voice dripped with a subtle mockery, just enough to grate on Samuel’s

nerves.

Sweat trickled down his temple. “Don’t worry, Miss Wade. I’ve got it.”

In truth, Samuel was silently cursing his misfortune. This wasn’t assisting a boss–it was like hauling deadweight uphill,

with Kyla’s sharp gaze stabbing at his pride.

“Good,” Kyla murmured, her eyes slicing through him with a glacial glare.

A chill crawled up Samuel’s spine. All he wanted was to dump Noah in bed and escape this place.

He knew Noah cared about Sadie–even if the man hadn’t realized it yet.

As his loyal assistant, Samuel’s job was to keep Noah safe from opportunists, especially in this drunken stupor.

Kyla, watched him struggle with barely concealed amusement, a cold smile tugging at her lips. “Samuel, are you trying to

come between me and Noah?”

Samuel, now drenched in sweat, shook his head quickly. “Of course not. It’s just… Mr. Wall is really heavy.”

Kyla chuckled, a sound devoid of warmth. “Fine. Help me get him to the bed. After that, you can stop worrying.”

Samuel swallowed a groan. He’d have been better off staying out of this mess altogether.

But with Kyla making the request–and knowing Noah rarely denied her anything–he couldn’t exactly refuse.

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Reluctantly, he followed Kyla’s lead, helping Noah to the bedroom door, wishing he were anywhere else.

Taking a steadying breath, Samuel nudged the bedroom door open.

But as it creaked wide, both he and Kyla froze in their tracks.

There, sprawled across the master bed was Sadie–her breathing slow and even, lost in deep sleep.

Her face, though pale and shadowed with fatigue, still held an effortless, delicate beauty that seemed to glow in the dim

light.

Kyla’s expression darkened instantly. The smug confidence she’d worn like armor melted away, replaced by a venomous

mix of jealousy and rage.

She bit her lip hard, so much so that it nearly drew blood.