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

Chapter 882:

Color drained from her face as beads of cold sweat materialized across her forehead. Despite her valiant attempt to master the discomfort, her complexion betrayed her distress.

“Sorry, I need to step out for a moment,” she managed to whisper.

Unable to contain herself another second, she bolted upright, one hand clamped over her mouth, and fled toward the bathroom.

A stunned silence descended upon the dining room, heavy and immediate. Bewildered glances ricocheted around the table as guests sought answers in each other’s expressions. Not a soul could fathom what had just transpired.noveldrama

Confusion etched itself across Rodger’s features. Suspiciously, he picked up a morsel of steak with his fork and brought it cautiously to his lips. The flavor burst across his palate—perfectly seasoned, expertly prepared, utterly flawless.

What in heaven’s name could have caused that reaction from Sadie? His perplexed gaze oscillated between Sadie’s hasty exit and Nathan’s bewildered face.

A startling possibility crashed into his consciousness. Could Sadie be pregnant?

He shot Nathan a loaded glance brimming with unspoken implications. In one swift motion, his foot connected sharply with Nathan’s shin beneath the tablecloth.

“What are you gawking at?” he hissed. “Go check on Ms. Hudson immediately!”

Nathan, contentedly devouring his meal, remained blissfully oblivious to what had just happened. Rodger’s unexpected kick jolted him from his culinary reverie. He dropped his fork with a clatter, his cheeks still bulging with food.

“Huh? Oh—right! I’ll check on her!” he said through his mouthful.

Scrambling to his feet, he hurried after Sadie’s retreating form.

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Rodger pivoted toward Noah, noting the displeasure etched across his features, and hastily assumed an expression of contrition.

“Mr. Noel, please accept my apologies,” he offered smoothly. “Ms. Hudson appears indisposed. Please, let’s continue our meal—I trust this won’t dampen your enjoyment.”

Noah deliberately set down his silverware, his mask concealing whatever emotions might have flickered across his face. He locked eyes with Jarrett across the expanse of the table, then rose silently and strode from the room without explanation. Jarrett caught the unspoken message instantly.

With practiced ease, he maneuvered his wheelchair away from the table and followed in Noah’s wake.

Rodger stared after their departing figures, his bewilderment multiplying exponentially. What peculiar game was unfolding before him? Everyone seemed to be dancing to some secret melody only they could hear. He dismissed the matter with a weary shake of his head, unwilling to untangle the mystery. The labyrinthine affairs of youth exceeded what his aging mind cared to decipher.

Composing his features into a genial expression, he turned his attention to the elders.

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