The Billionaire’s Fight For Redemption (Noah and Sierra) novel Chapter 270

Since Adrian cancelled on me again, I didn’t expect to see him standing on my porch. So when I open the door and find him there, my brain stalls for a second, like it needs time to catch up with reality.

“Hi,” I say stupidly, my eyes grazing over him.

He’s dressed in a black V-neck T-shirt and black jeans, and he looks unsure. It catches me off guard because this is the first time I’ve ever seen him like this. Like he’s hesitating. Like something heavy is pressing down on him.

What unsettles me most is that his eyes aren’t on me. They keep drifting toward the road.

I follow his line of sight, my heart stuttering for reasons I don’t fully understand, but there’s nothing there. Just the quiet street, a parked car and the glow of a streetlamp.

When I turn back to him, his brow is furrowed.

I wave a hand in front of his face. “Adrian?”

He blinks like he’s waking from a dream. “Sorry.”

“Are you okay?” I ask.

“Yeah,” he says quickly, then hesitates. “I thought I saw a car I recognized. Guess I imagined it.”

I shrug, folding my arms loosely over my chest. After everything today, my nerves are shot and I don’t have the energy to dissect shadows.

We stare at each for a beat too long

It’s been weeks of half-made plans and last-minute cancellations. Weeks of sorry, something came up and rain checks? Weeks of me telling myself I’m being understanding while quietly wondering if I’m an idiot for waiting.

So yes, seeing him here, now, throws me off.

“Hi,” he says slowly.

“I thought you couldn’t make it,” I say instead.

He gives me a small, almost sheepish smile. “I thought I could stop by.”

“After saying you couldn’t make it?”

He shifts on his foot before lifting the bags in his hands. “Can I come in?”

I hesitate.

It’s not about him. It’s about the day, about Noah, about Jocelyn, about the emotional wreckage I’m still standing in, and honestly, I’m not sure I have the strength to face whatever storm he might be carrying with him.

I should turn him away. Tell him we can talk tomorrow. Tell him he can’t just show up at my house after canceling on me. Give him a piece of my mind... But I don’t do any of that. Instead, I step aside because when have I ever done what I’m supposed to do?

“Yeah,” I say softly. “Come in.”

I lead him to the living room and for some weird reason, it feels warmer with him in it.

While Noah’s presence felt like a disruptive hurricane, Adrian’s feels like the calm after a storm.

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