Between Ruin And Resolve: My Ex-Husband’s Regret

Chapter 35

Chapter 35:

Under the impression that Kyla would be Noah’s future bride, Platt had no qualms about conspiring with her to humiliate Sadie. However, if he had misjudged the situation, the consequences would be disastrous—he’d be as good as dead. As these thoughts churned through his mind, Platt rose, his face breaking into an ingratiating smile directed at Noah.

“Please, forgive my earlier oversight in properly welcoming you,” he said, his voice carrying a tone of deference.

Immediately, the room buzzed to life as everyone stood, shuffling chairs and clearing the way to honor their guest. The seat of honor and its adjacent chair were conspicuously left vacant.

Noah watched the orchestrated commotion silently, his expression unreadable. Only after the last murmurs had settled did he gracefully take the chair reserved for him.

Kyla, poised to sit beside him, paused mid-step as Noah, in a surprising move, gestured for Sadie to sit next to him instead. The room filled with whispered speculations and furtive glances towards Kyla, whose plans seemed to unravel before her eyes.

Hudson? Why is Mr. Wall acting like she’s someone important?” A woman, dressed in eye-catching, over-the-top clothing, covered her mouth with a delicate hand, her

lacing his tone. “Miss Wade, weren’t you just telling us

replied, “Mr. Wall has always been exceptionally attentive to every member of his staff. With Sadie drunk, he’s

“Oh, is that so?”

murmured, their disbelief thinly veiled by nodding heads, their expressions etched with doubt. But wasn’t this care

indifference towards romantic entanglements and his cutthroat decisiveness—since when did he exhibit such warmth

dared to call out

sitting ramrod straight, fully aware of the curious glances thrown her way. Her cheeks

her flesh, yet she remained outwardly composed, oblivious to

private room was engulfed in a stifling silence. Everyone present was on edge, scarcely daring to draw a deep breath for fear that even the slightest noise might provoke the formidable man seated in the chair

crushing weight. People instinctively lowered their heads, shunning his scrutiny as if the mere act of meeting his eyes could spell disaster. His gaze, sharp and discerning, seemed to slice through the tense

silence. His voice was calm, almost disinterested, as his thin lips parted slightly