Chapter 839:

A hand shot out from behind her—strong, deliberate—and seized Nathan’s wrist mid-motion. In one swift movement, it twisted sharply.

Crack.

“Ah!”

Nathan sucked in a breath, the charm draining from his face in an instant. His smile vanished, replaced by a grimace of pain.

Sadie turned, startled.

Noah?

He stood there like a shadow forged from steel—imposing, still. A cold, metallic mask covered most of his face, leaving only his eyes visible—dark, unreadable, and chillingly calm.

he

locked onto Nathan’s,

to compress, heavy

he said flatly, his voice like

single drop of sweat slid down

sharp chill creeping into

years—of the elusive Patrick

revealed his face, always concealed behind a

Ruthless. Calculated. Unshakable.

standing before him, was a man who matched every whispered

undeniable—too controlled, too cold, too dangerous to

smile, sweat beginning to bead at his temple. He raised both hands slightly, as though

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said lightly. “Just a harmless joke with Ms. Hudson, nothing

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