PopularNovelChapter 801: Noah blinked, caught off guard.
He looked up, curiosity flickering in his gaze.
Sadie raised her glass to her lips, feigning ease.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtWith a poised expression, she glanced at the waitress.
The waitress sensed the change in the atmosphere and bowed apologetically before exiting.
Setting the glass down, Sadie offered a diplomatic smile.
"Don't read too much into it, Mr. Noel. These are local favorites. I'm just one of many who enjoy them." She spoke casually, brushing the situation off as pure coincidence.
Only she knew how fast her heart had been racing.
Noah observed her calm exterior, a faint crease forming on his brow. Was it really just a coincidence? There was something strangely familiar about her that tugged at his memory.
He remembered the first tthey met-how she'd called him by his name. Back then, it felt odd. But now, that lingering sense of déjà vu had only grown stronger.
He leaned forward, his eyes fixed on her. "Ms. Hudson, have we met before?" The question hit like a jolt.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmSadie looked up, startled, her heart thundering in her chest. Had everything cback to him? Then Sadie met Noah's eyes-distant and unfamiliar as ever-and the glimmer of hope that had flared up in her chest fizzled out.
He still didn't remember.
A wave of disappointment washed over Sadie, settling like a dead weight in the pit of her stomach. Her hand balled into a fist under the table, the only indication of her inner turmoil.
What had happened to Noah in the last three years? How had Hailey bechis wife? Sadie knew she couldn't act recklessly before she had the answers to these burning questions. She couldn't tell him the truth just yet, especially with the glaring fact that the world knew he and Hailey were married. Lutest chapters in gl.☐om Would Noah even believe her if she tried to tell him the truth? Or would he simply think she was playing stricks again?
Sadie lowered her gaze and let out a heavy sigh. “You're reading into m being something that isn't there, Mr. Noel.
Perhaps it's because you look so much like my late husband."
She had more to say, but it was left unsaid as the door to the privaten room opened once again. The waitress waltzed in, tray in hand, and began to serve the dishes. "Your food is here. Please enjoy."
There was Köttbullar, pot roast, mp. ham € sautéed shrimp, ham and bean soup, and caramelized apples.
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