Chapter 1418:
Everything was slowly finding its rhythm again, except for Sadie.
Her world remained frozen in that devastating moment three years ago, standing outside the surgery room beneath that merciless red light, lost in endless darkness and hope.
Under the night sky, the Myrtlewood Estate lay wrapped in tranquil silence.
Sadie’s footsteps came to an abrupt halt before her familiar villa.
Her pupils shrank in disbelief.
Light glowed from within the villa.
Golden warmth poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows on the second floor, washing over her like honey from a dream.
This wasn’t the light she’d left burning before departing.
That particular light hadn’t been switched on for three long years.
A desperate thought, one Sadie scarcely dared acknowledge, shot through her veins like lightning. Her heart hammered wildly against her ribs.
Disbelief drove her forward, her walk breaking into an urgent rush toward the entrance.
The fingerprint scanner responded to her touch with a soft click, and Sadie burst through into the living room.
Rich, achingly familiar aromas of home-cooked food hung thick in the air.
Following the heavenly scent, Sadie moved stiffly toward the kitchen.
There, in the open-plan space, a tall figure stood commanding the stove.
A simple white shirt draped his frame, sleeves rolled up casually to expose strong, capable forearms.
Complete focus marked his movements as he expertly tossed the stir-fry, each motion flowing with practiced grace.
The scene felt untouched by time, as if he had never disappeared at all.
Sadie could almost believe he had spent every single one of those thousand lonely days and nights right here in this house, preparing meals just for her.
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Could this be nothing more than a cruel illusion?
Had her yearning grown so powerful that it could manifest such vivid hallucinations?
Sadie rubbed her eyes frantically, desperate to clear her vision.
Still, the figure remained achingly real, burned into her sight with devastating clarity.
Her eyes blazed crimson in an instant.
The tears she had imprisoned for three endless years broke free in a torrent.
Sensing the disturbance behind him, the figure began to turn slowly.
That beloved face, carved permanently into her very soul and haunting her dreams night after night, suddenly filled her vision without mercy.
Noah appeared leaner now, his features carved with sharper precision, while new lines of maturity marked his brow.
Yet those eyes gazing at Sadie held the same infinite depth and tenderness, overflowing with such profound love it threatened to consume her entirely.
Noah’s gaze locked onto her tear-stained face, and something invisible squeezed his heart with brutal force.
The spatula clattered forgotten as he stepped toward her.
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