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

Chapter 957:noveldrama

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.

Her instructions had been unambiguous—absolute secrecy regarding her pregnancy. Blaine assumed this mandate extended even to Patrick, the child’s father. One careless word could unravel everything, and he couldn’t afford such a catastrophic misstep.

Noah abruptly ceased the hypnotic motion of his wine and lifted his gaze, his eyes mysterious pools of shadow behind the metallic mask. “Where did you journey today, Mr. Castro?” The question hung in the air, deceptively casual yet unmistakably pointed.

Blaine’s pulse faltered momentarily. So that explained this charade. Patrick had orchestrated this entire performance specifically to extract information from him.

His thoughts pivoted seamlessly as he mentally retrieved the fabricated narrative he’d carefully constructed for such contingencies.

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“Where else would a man like me spend his free time?” He reclined with practiced indolence, crossing one leg over the other with deliberate slowness, embodying careless self-assurance.

“I encountered this absolute vision in Beversea recently—statuesque legs, curves that defy description. Secured her a modest property there. Found myself with unexpected leisure today, so naturally, I made a… personal appearance.”

Blaine arched his eyebrows with exaggerated suggestiveness, his voice deliberately laden with innuendo as he maintained the carefully crafted facade of a carefree playboy.

Noah’s lips twisted into the barest suggestion of a smile, frigid as midwinter frost. “Is that indeed the case?” The words dripped with quiet skepticism.

Beneath Blaine’s chest, his heart hammered wildly with mounting dread, yet not a flicker of distress breached his carefully maintained veneer of casual indifference.

“Cross my heart,” he declared with theatrical solemnity, pressing his palm against his chest in an elaborate pantomime of earnestness.

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