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

Chapter 1067:

Noah smoothed the hem of his suit jacket, exhaled slowly, and swung open the car door.

With measured steps and a calm resolve, he crossed the gravel path toward Castro Manor.

Inside, the living room was cloaked in silence. Ralph sat poised in the center of the sofa, spine straight and hands folded. His expression was carved from stone—stern, still, unreadable.

Noah halted a respectful distance away and inclined his head. “Mr. Castro.”

The elder’s gaze rose, deliberate and unhurried.

His eyes flicked to the silver mask veiling Noah’s face, lingered a beat, then slid toward Blaine and Alfredo, who hovered like shadows at the room’s edge.

“Blaine, Alfredo, leave us.” The words were soft, yet each syllable landed with immutable finality.

entered shoulder to shoulder with Noah—and Alfredo, stationed like

the

the need for secrecy? What did his

the thought could become sound, Ralph’s eyes snapped to him. There was no mistaking

before it could

his heel and exited the room,

in muted grandeur, now held a silence so

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unhurried steps and settled into the

precision. “If you have something to say, Mr. Castro, just say it,” Noah said, his voice clipped, deliberate.

with slow, practiced fingers. His eyes narrowed as he

stature, the voice, and most of all, the eyes—dark, stormy, unmistakable—stirred memories