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

Chapter 857:

Rage simmered in Daren’s chest, but he knew all too well there was nothing he could do—except swallow it down.

He got into his car and drove off, still huffing with frustration.

Unbeknownst to him, Sadie and Nathan were seated inside the Time Café right next to the hotel, having seen the entire scene unfold.

Sadie lifted her cup and took a slow sip of her coffee.

When she looked up, Nathan was flashing his signature roguish grin.

“So, what’s your next move?” she asked coolly.

She couldn’t avoid Daren forever—at best, she was just buying a little more time.

Nathan’s eyes sparkled with mischief as they drifted to her hand resting on the table.

It was slender, her nails dainty and clean.noveldrama

His smile deepened as he slowly reached out, placing his hand over hers.

Sadie’s brow twitched, and a flicker of distaste crossed her face.

Her reaction was immediate. She flicked her wrist free and swatted his hand away.

“Hands off. Just say what you came to say.”

Nathan leaned back, rubbing his nose sheepishly.

Sadie, it seemed, was immune to his charms.

What a pity.

Nathan inhaled sharply and grinned.

“You really have no romantic bone in your body, do you, Ms. Hudson?”

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But before Sadie could respond, the mischief in his expression gave way to something more serious.

His position within the Higgins family was precarious at best. Given Sadie’s intelligence, he figured she’d understand without needing the full explanation.

Snatching Jarrett’s project outright would only unite the old geezers in the clan against him.

And if that happened, Nathan could forget about forming new partnerships—he’d be lucky not to get kicked out of the family altogether.

“I actually have a solution that works for both of us,” he drawled.

Sadie clicked her tongue impatiently.

“Just say it. I don’t have time for your games.”

Nathan closed his eyes briefly, a flicker of embarrassment crossing his face.

Sadie really didn’t give him an inch.

He cleared his throat and said,

“I may need a small favor from you before we put this plan into motion, Ms. Hudson. I need you to help me keep Mr. Noel in check.”

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