?Chapter 695:


    The heavy, perfumed air clung to them,ced with suggestive tension. Even Noah could sense something amiss.


    A slow, insidious heat stirred within him, creeping through his limbs and pooling in his core.


    Sadie’s restless movements made matters worse, pushing him to the brink.


    His breathing deepened, tension coiling in every muscle.


    In her haze, Sadie’s fingertips brushed against the chilled surface of his mask, jolting her slightly.


    Her hand instinctively trailed along its edges before lifting it free, revealing the face hidden beneath.


    The face that had haunted Sadie’s thoughts day and night suddenly materialized before her.


    She froze in ce, her gaze unfocused as she stared at Noah.


    It was indeed him—Noah. Her Noah was back!


    Tears welled up in Sadie’s eyes as the longing she’d pent up overflowed.


    In a sudden move, she lifted her head, her eyes rimmed with red, and kissed Noah. Her lips met his with a fervent warmth.


    Noah shuddered under her touch.


    His mind nked out, every rational thought eclipsed by the intensity of the moment.


    His soul seemed to tremble. This sensation was both familiar and strange, yet irresistibly captivating.


    Desire overtook Noah’s reason, overwhelming his restraint.


    He cradled Sadie’s head as he deepened their kiss.


    Her response was a blend of raw passion and clumsiness, filled with deep longing and attachment.


    She clung to him, seeking sce in his warmth and theforting scent of him.


    “Noah…” she whispered, her voiceden with emotion, “I need you…” At that, Noah’sst vestiges of control vanished.


    “Sadie…”


    They embraced fiercely, their bodies entwining as they fell onto the soft bed.


    The room’s temperature seemed to spike.


    Meanwhile, outside, Samuel returned to the hallway after finishing his tasks.


    Several bodyguards stood guard by the door.


    As he approached, strange noises emanated from the room.


    His heart raced.


    The sounds grew louder, unmistakably the deep, low tones of a man intertwined with a woman’s soft moans.


    The man’s voice… it sounded uncannily like Mr. Noel’s.


    Shock painted Samuel’s face.


    What could Mr. Noel and Ms. Hudson possibly be doing?


    He nced back at the bodyguards, his expression betraying his astonishment.


    The bodyguards exchanged uneasy nces, their faces tense, as if they, too, had heard the sounds but were unsure how to react.


    Samuel paused, deciding it was best to withdraw.


    Theplexities of what was happening inside the room were beyond their ability to intervene.


    Moreover, Samuel sensed something different about Mr. Noel today. From the moment he learned of Ms. Hudson’s disappearance at the restaurant, his demeanor had been unusually tense and agitated.


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