The Billionaire’s Fight For Redemption (Noah and Sierra) novel Chapter 229

I take a careful breath in through my nose and another but it doesn’t help. I press my lips together, forcing myself to stay still. I refuse to draw attention. The last thing I want is Noah noticing me falling apart like some fragile mess. I adjust again, wiping my palm discreetly against my thigh.

That’s when he looks up. I don’t look at him but I feel his gaze land on me like a weight.

“Sierra.”

I close my eyes for a second, then open them. “Hmm?”

It’s the only sound I can manage. The only way I can keep the contents of my stomach down.

“You okay?” he asks.

It takes a moment before I can force the words out. “I’m fine.”

That’s the catalyst. Within seconds, my stomach lurches. I retch and clamp a hand over my mouth in panic and so that I don't puke my guts out on the expensive leather.

Noah immediately unbuckles his seatbelt, leans forward, and reaches for the call button.

“Don’t,” I whisper, fear bleeding into my voice.

“You’re not okay; let me help you.” he says quietly and presses the button anyway.

The hostess appears within seconds. Noah speaks to her in a low voice I can’t quite make out, but she nods immediately and disappears.

I hate this. Hate that he noticed so fast.

The hostess returns with water, a cool cloth, and a small bag. Noah takes everything from her with a murmured thank-you and turns back to me.

“Lean forward,” he says gently.

“I can do it myself,” I mutter, but the protest is weak, unconvincing.

“I know,” he replies. “Just lean forward.”

Something in his tone cuts through the panic. I do as he says, gripping the edge of the seat.

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