Between Ruin And Resolve My Ex-Husband's Regret novel Chapter 77

Chapter 77 Would That

Make Us Too Late

Noah released a muffled groan but held his ground.

His gaze was fixed on Sadie, swirling with a tempest of unspoken emotions, each layer more complex and obscure than the

last.

Sadie clutched the quilt to her chest, her body quivering, the tremors of fear evident in her tightened grip.

“Come any closer, and I won’t hesitate to call the cops,” she warned, her tone as firm as it was fraught with anxiety.

Noah’s gaze remained on Sadie, unspoken words hovering on his lips before he forced them down.

He ached to reassure her, to diffuse the tension with explanations.

Yet, the shadow of his past indifference and questionable actions stripped his assurances of their strength, leaving them

feeble and unconvincing.

The rejection glaring back at him from Sadie’s eyes stung, a sharp pang of remorse slicing through him.

He drew in a deep, steadying breath, trying to quell the ache spreading through his chest.

Accepting the inevitable, he knew that nothing he said would bring them any closer.

“Get some rest,” he murmured, his voice a low echo of his internal defeat.

With those parting words, Noah turned away, his departure marked by the soft click of the door closing gently behind him.

The room fell silent, leaving Sadie alone with the echoes of the night.

Only then did she allow her defenses to crumble, her face buried in the softness of the quilt as sobs wracked her body.

She didn’t know when the tears finally stopped, but by morning, her eyes were painfully swollen and rimmed with red.

As she brushed her teeth, her reflection caught her off guard–a ghostly pale face with eyes puffed up like golf balls.

Right at that moment, Alex’s call lit up her phone.

“Sadie, everything’s set for tonight’s banquet. I’ll swing by to pick you up before five this afternoon. No need to worry, Roy’s definitely going to be there,” he said, his voice carrying a warmth that felt almost tangible.

“Thank you, Alex,” Sadie responded, her voice rough and slightly strangled by the emotions she fought to keep at bay.

“Think nothing of it,” Alex replied, his chuckle light and comforting. “Get yourself ready. I’ll see you later.”

“Alright.”

Once the call ended, Sadie stared at her reflection, her fingers softly pressing against her puffy eyes.

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There was no chance she’d show up at that event looking like a disaster.

With a crucial meeting lined up with Roy to discuss potential business partnerships, she had to embody professionalism

and competence.

She couldn’t let personal feelings mess with work.

This was her moment to forge a new path after her split from Noah; she couldn’t stumble now.

Determined, Sadie quickly placed an order for cooling eye patches through a delivery app and applied them diligently while

working on the project files that Noah’s disruption had left incomplete.

These were crucial for her meeting with Roy.

Sadie kept going relentlessly, only stopping once everything was done–well past three in the afternoon.

Soon, Alex arrived in his car.

With a crisp “click,” the car door swung open, unleashing a wave of stifling heat that enveloped Sadie.

She grimaced slightly, her fingers clutching the door’s edge with a faint tremor of discomfort.

With a smooth stride, Alex approached her, offering his hand with a charming smile. “Be careful.”

Managing a weak smile, Sadie attempted to straighten up, only to be caught by a wave of dizziness.

“Ugh…” she groaned under her breath, her body reacting on its own, tipping slightly forward.

“What’s wrong? Are you feeling alright?” Alex was quick to steady her by the waist, his touch brief yet firm, his eyes. scanning her face for signs of distress.

Sadie pressed a hand to her forehead, her complexion paling. “I haven’t eaten yet. It might be low blood sugar,” she

answered, her voice barely above a whisper.

Alex’s brow creased with worry. “That’s not good. Tonight’s banquet is all about mingling and making connections. You won’t get a chance to eat properly. Let’s grab something quick at a nearby restaurant first.”

The word “restaurant” echoed ominously in Sadie’s mind, tightening her chest with sudden dread.

A restaurant again.

The memories of last night’s dinner at that upscale restaurant, where they had stumbled upon Noah, flooded back. That chance meeting had led to so many misunderstandings, and now, regret gnawed at her.

Taking a deep, steadying breath, Sadie forced the rising turmoil down.

There was no time to get lost in her thoughts–she had to pull herself together and get ready for the banquet.

“Would that make us too late?” She glanced anxiously at her watch–it was edging toward five. “If we stop to eat, we’ll

certainly be late for the banquet.”

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