The Billionaire’s Fight For Redemption (Noah and Sierra) novel Chapter 387

We reach the house sooner than I expect. I pull into the driveway, my men’s car coming to a stop behind us a second later. I step out first, moving around to Sierra’s side before opening the door for her.

She looks at me briefly, gives a small smile, and steps out.

“Thank you,” she says again.

My chest tightens again and my jaw clenches at the same, yet distant, politeness.

I nod back before closing the door gently behind her.

Ivy moves ahead, unlocking the front door while Lilly stretches her arms above her head, complaining lightly about how stiff she feels after sitting for so long.

The door opens and anything else she was about to say is cut off halfway as voices erupt from inside the house.

“Surprise!”

The sound is sudden, voices overlapping and for a split second everything stops before everyone flocks to Sierra, Lilly and Ivy.

Everyone is gathered here: the twins, my parents, siblings, all our aunts and uncles, and their kids.

Sierra smiles as they close in, one after another, pulling her into hugs, welcoming her back, talking over each other in that way families do when they’re relieved, when they’ve been waiting for this moment.

She greets each of them. Hugs them back, responds when they speak to her and thanks them. She does everything she’s supposed to do, but that something familiar. Something I’m used to when it comes to her is still missing.

I stand off to the side for a moment, watching her. The room is loud, full of voices and movement, but my attention keeps settling on her.

She moves through them easily. Smiles when someone says something kind and answers their questions in a way that doesn’t invite more.

At one point, Nova throws her arms around Sierra’s waist, and Sierra bends slightly to hug her back, her hand coming up to rest gently on her hair. Nolan hovers nearby, waiting his turn, and Sierra reaches for him without being asked, pulling him into a hug as well.

There’s warmth there, but again, it doesn’t linger.

She lets go, straightens, and continues on like the moment was just another part of the evening.

I don’t realize how long I’ve been watching her until my mother says something to me, and I miss it completely.

“Sorry,” I mutter, shaking my head slightly. “What was that?”

She repeats herself, but I’m only half listening because Sierra has stepped away from the group.

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