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

Chapter 957:

Features concealed behind that characteristic silver mask, he idly swirled a glass of burgundy wine that caught the light like liquid rubies.

The vice grip of tension around Blaine’s chest loosened marginally when he recognized his host. So it was Patrick after all. Yet this theatrical production seemed wildly disproportionate for a simple meeting.

Blaine inwardly cursed the needless drama, then crafted a perfectly relaxed grin. He sauntered across the room and dropped onto the opposing couch with calculated nonchalance, each movement projecting easy confidence.

“Quite the production you’ve arranged, Mr. Noel. All this elaborate staging just for little old me? Don’t tell me you’ve finally reconsidered that collaboration proposal I’ve been dangling.”

Though Blaine’s voice carried playful notes and his smile appeared carefree, beneath the surface, his senses remained razor-sharp. An instinctive suspicion whispered that this unexpected meeting connected directly to Sadie.

been unambiguous—absolute secrecy regarding her pregnancy. Blaine assumed this mandate extended even to Patrick, the child’s

his wine and lifted his gaze, his eyes mysterious pools of shadow behind the metallic mask. “Where did you

Patrick had

pivoted seamlessly as he mentally retrieved the fabricated narrative he’d carefully constructed for

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would a man like me spend his free time?” He reclined with practiced indolence, crossing one

recently—statuesque legs, curves that defy description. Secured her a modest property there. Found myself with unexpected leisure today, so naturally,

his voice deliberately laden with innuendo

barest suggestion of a smile, frigid as midwinter

his heart hammered wildly with mounting dread, yet not a flicker of distress breached his carefully maintained veneer