Remarried Wife: Mr. Ex, We Will Never Reconcile!-Chapter 73: The Woman in Noah Grant’s Arms Can’t Possibly Be Vera Sheridan
The man’s broad embrace enveloped her completely, his large hand gently patting her back, just like hiding in a cramped closet as a child, filling her with a sense of security.
Vera Sheridan let out a sigh of relief, gripping the phone with the video of Ian Kane’s infidelity.
Noah Grant’s heart beat like a drum against her chest, the strong scent of male hormones filling her nostrils, their bodies pressed closely together...
Vera quickly pushed away from him, creating a little distance, her back against the wall, with nowhere else to retreat.
Her cheeks became hot, and a flush quickly spread up her fair earlobes.
"Bang bang bang—" The knocking on the door sounded again, Ian Kane hadn’t left, making her nerves tense once more.
What if he waited outside stubbornly, blocking her way, what would she do?
If he found out she was planning to leave him before the cooldown period ended, he’d surely cling to her relentlessly.
Noah Grant felt her body’s tension, gently patting her back to comfort her.
Just a door away, Ian Kane looked down at the light seeping through the crack, knowing someone was inside, suspecting that this person might have just witnessed him with Serena Everett.
Could it be Vera?
Ian Kane’s chest heaved, pulling out his phone and dialing her number.
The phone in her hand lit up, and Vera looked down, her breath catching.
Luckily, she had silenced her phone before filming the video.
There was no sound from inside, and she didn’t pick up, causing Ian Kane to frown and dial his mother’s number, "Mom, is Vera with you?"
Jean Crowe intentionally added fuel to the fire, "Ian, where have you been? Vera’s become a favorite of the Grant Family matriarch, always ingratiating herself with that old lady."
Hearing this, Ian Kane let out a breath, "I understand."
Vera clearly heard the conversation between the mother and son, calming down once again. As she stepped back a little, she raised her eyes, meeting Noah Grant’s handsome, mature face, and quickly looked away.
Cool and reserved, her ears flaming red, Noah Grant’s eyes darkened, lifting his chin, the Adam’s apple in his neck bobbing, "He seems to have left."
"Mm, let’s go out."
As soon as she finished speaking, the knocking resumed.
Noah Grant’s eyes glinted with cunning, pulling Vera closer, lowering his head to whisper by her ear, "Don’t make a sound, don’t be afraid."
Vera: ?
Noah Grant reached for the latch, gently sliding it open, peering outside.
Just as Ian Kane was about to leave, the door opened, and he looked inside.
He was stunned.
In the cramped utility room, Noah Grant stood in a suit, back to him, with a woman obviously leaning against him.
Her tall figure obscured most of it, revealing only a glimpse of champagne-colored dress hem.
The same color as Vera’s dress.
Ian Kane’s expression turned dark, meeting Noah Grant’s amused gaze, "What are you knocking for outside?"
He clenched his fists, about to step in to find out.
Noah Grant moved faster, kicking the door shut behind him, securing the latch.
Outside the door, Ian Kane’s chest heaved as he subconsciously reached for a pack of cigarettes, calming down in an instant.
Impossible for it to be Vera!
She’s fearful of intimacy, repelled by physical contact; if it were her in such a small space for so long, she’d have gone mad!
Ian Kane straightened his back, taking long strides as he headed downstairs.
Continuously dialing Vera’s phone.
Outside, when there was finally no movement, Vera let out a sigh of relief, "Brother, why did you open the door just now?"
Noah Grant curved his lips, "I was messing with him."
Vera, "..."
She took a step back, freeing herself, but then her neck tightened. Looking down, she saw the jade necklace caught on the British-style chest pin on Noah Grant’s chest.
