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    He grabbed the ss without hesitation and downed its contents in one swift motion.


    Eva observed him with a trace of confusion flickering across her face.


    After setting the ss back down, Noah felt an unusual warmth coursing through him. He frowned, puzzled by the odd sensation washing over him.


    “What’s wrong, Noah? Are you feeling okay?” Eva asked, her voiceced with concern.


    He nodded his head, dismissing her worries. Just as he was about to respond, a wave of dizziness overwhelmed him. His vision blurred, and the room seemed to whirl around him. Noah staggered, clutching the table’s edge to keep himself upright.


    Sadie was engrossed in her design sketches,pletely oblivious to the time slipping by.


    Only when the sky outside turned pitch ck and the room’s light dimmed did she finally pause, rubbing her weary eyes.


    A loud growl from her stomach signaled that it was dinner time. Stretchingzily, Sadie rose to relieve her stiff muscles. Her long, dark hair framed her face, entuating her natural beauty as she moved.


    A knock at the door interrupted the silence.


    “Come in.”


    The door swung open, and a uniformed servant stepped in, a tray in hand and a respectful smile on his face. “Miss Hudson, your dinner is served.”


    He set the tray on the table, lifted the lid, and unveiled a spread of delicate dishes, a tempting scent wafting through the air.


    Sadie’s eyes widened in recognition of her favorites. A hint of surprise crossed her face. Had Eva nned this surprise?


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    “Thank you,” she said warmly, rewarding the servant with a smile. She then settled at the table and reached for her fork.


    She bit into the zed chicken, letting the tangy-sweet sauce coat her tongue. The tender meat practically melted in her mouth.


    The meal was delicious, and Sadie relished each bite. Yet, during the meal, a curious thought struck her. She puzzled over how Eva could know her favorite dishes, as she had never mentioned them.


    Once her te was clean, Sadie returned to her work. The design was finallying together, prompting a deep sigh of relief from her.


    The peacefulness of the room was suddenly shattered by the ringing of her phone.


    As Sadie picked up her phone, she saw Alex’s name on the disy. She paused, then decisively pressed the answer button.


    “Sadie, where are you?” Alex’s voice rang out, tense with urgency.


    “I’m at Stonemont Estate,” Sadie responded briefly. “I’m here to discuss a potential coboration with Ms. Shaw.”


    “Stonemont Estate?” Alex’s confusion was evident. “And you’re still there at this hour?”


    “I’m stranded; the mountain road was destroyed by the rain. I won’t be able to return until tomorrow,” she exined. Silence followed from Alex’s side for a moment.


    “I’ll drive over to pick you up tomorrow,” Alex finally said.


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