HIS REGRET (Ex-Husband wants Me Back) novel Chapter 843

And Vincent?

There was no way Vincent would give an order like that on his own initiative. There was only one person excessive enough to consider the possibility that she might get lost, become bored, or get into trouble simply because she went to the restroom.

But the only reason that made perfect sense for Cale to treat Naomi this way was because of what had happened at the previous banquet. Of course Cale did not want that to happen again.

“Mr. Cale’s orders?”

Daniel did not deny it. And strangely enough, his honesty made Naomi click her tongue softly again. This time, however, it was not entirely out of annoyance. Somehow, Naomi’s mood was beginning to improve, although... she would never admit it easily.

“He just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

Naomi rolled her eyes. “How annoying.”

Despite saying that, a faint smile appeared on Naomi’s face. Cale was still thinking about possibilities that had never even crossed her own mind.

“Let’s head back to the hall, Miss.”

Naomi nodded lightly.

They began walking down the corridor, which had once again fallen quiet. The golden light from the wall lamps stretched softly along the hallway, reflecting off the polished marble floor. In the distance, the music and the guests’ conversations could still be heard faintly, as though the party existed in a different world from where they were standing now.

Naomi tried to focus on the small steps they were taking. But the conversation she had just overheard continued to circle in her mind. Every remark that questioned Cale, every insinuation disguised as concern, still left behind a lingering irritation that was difficult to ignore.

She had just let out a long breath when Daniel, walking beside her, suddenly stopped.

Naomi halted as well. Her brow immediately furrowed, and when she lifted her head, she instantly understood why.

Don Falcon.

The man stood not far from the end of the corridor. His posture was straight, both hands tucked into his trouser pockets, as though he had been waiting there for quite some time. Naomi had no idea how long he had been there, but one thing she was certain of: Falcon’s appearance was no coincidence.

“No.”

“Miss Naomi—”

“I already said no.” This time, Naomi’s voice sounded firmer. And for the first time since she had known the man, Naomi did not look away.

She looked directly at Falcon. Letting the man see clearly that she had no intention of backing down. Don’t ask how fast Naomi’s heart was beating. She was surprised herself, never expecting to have enough courage to say something like that in front of Falcon.

A brief silence fell between them.

Falcon seemed to be holding something back. His jaw slowly tightened while his gaze moved over Naomi’s face, studying her. As though trying to understand exactly when the girl who used to be terrified every time she faced him had become someone bold enough to reject him outright.

And that was exactly what frustrated Falcon. Nothing he had planned tonight was going the way he wanted.

From the moment he entered the hall, every move he had carefully arranged had ended in failure. His apology had accomplished nothing. He had never gotten the opportunity to speak with her alone. Even now, when he had finally managed to find Naomi by herself, the girl had once again closed off every path he wanted to open.