ϖϖϖϖϖϖThere was something about Faith that always unsettled Noah.Maybe it was the way she carried herself—calm, calculating, always one thought ahead. Or maybe it was the way she said his last name whenever things were about to spiral out of control.Mr. Bamford.Every time she used it, something old twisted inside him, a wound that had never fully healed.Now, she was doing it again. Same tone. Same look in her eyes. And Noah couldn’t help wondering…What the hell is wrong this time?He stared at her, searching her face, trying to read past her neutral expression.Finally, with a weary sigh, he asked, “What do you—”“Has Nora experienced any serious emotional distress lately?” Faith cut him off, her voice clinical. “Anything that could have triggered anxiety, overthinking… maybe even a mental relapse?”Noah blinked, taken aback. “Wait, what?” His voice rose, defensive. “And how exactly does that matter to her treatment tonight?”Faith's composure broke. “It matters, Noah. Everythin
ϖϖϖϖϖϖDr. Faith heard the yelling before she even reached the hallway.Nora.Of course, it was her…shouting like she was being marched to a firing squad.But even Faith wasn’t ready for the sight that greeted her.She stepped out of her office in pale pink scrubs. Blinking in disbelief. When Noah had called earlier, she’d assumed he was exaggerating; clearly, he wasn’t.There he was… Noah Bamford, in a black tuxedo, sleeves rolled just enough to reveal sharp veins and male arrogance.And on his shoulder? Nora. Flailing, furious, one hand gripping him for balance, the other swinging like she meant to take his head off.Faith raised a brow, biting back laughter.If only I had my phone… This was better than any TikTok drama.She crossed her arms. “Wow. You two didn’t tell me you’d joined Hollywood. What’s this one called? Beauty and the Bastard?”She burst out laughing just as they reached the office door.“FAITH!” Nora screeched from his shoulder. “Tell this lunatic to put me down now!”
ϖϖϖϖϖϖThe elevator dinged again.As the doors slid open to the hollow, dimly lit garage, Nora was the first to move.She tore her gaze away from him and stormed out without a word, her heels snapping hard against concrete.“I’ve allowed this crap to go on long enough,” she muttered, furious. “I’ll pretend none of this ever happened.”She didn’t get far.Halfway across the garage, Noah’s hand clamped around her wrist again.“What the hell is your problem!?” She snapped, twisting around and slapping his arm. “Let go of me, you arrogant son of a bitch…”He didn’t even blink. His eyes skimmed ahead, cold, before he nodded toward the far end of the lot.“My car’s this way.”And just like that, he started dragging her along again, as if her protests were background noise.They stopped in front of a gleaming black SUV… spotless and cold. Just like him.“Get in,” he said flatly.“No way in hell,” Nora shot back. “I’m not getting in your car. I don’t know where the fuck you’re taking me, and
ϖϖϖϖϖϖThe entire floor descended into chaos the moment the door slammed open.Heads jerked up from desks. Fingers hovered over keyboards. Conversations died mid-sentence.Every single staff member turned toward the corridor, stunned into silence as Noah Bamford, the CEO, stormed out, gripping Nora's wrist like a man possessed.“What the hell is happening?” someone gasped from the graphics team.“I… I don’t know,” another stammered, eyes wide as they watched the scene unfold in slow, messy disbelief.“They’re—are they holding hands?” Someone whispered.“No. He’s holding her. I thought they hated each other.” another said, frowning. “Didn’t he once tell the board she was a regrettable boss?”“That’s what I heard too,” came the murmured reply. “So why is he dragging her through the office like she’s… property?”No one had an answer. Everyone had theories.“Is it a lovers’ quarrel?” someone offered, almost hopefully.“Don’t be ridiculous,” another snorted. “That man barely acknowledges h
ϖϖϖϖϖϖNoah’s date with Ava hadn’t gone the way he’d hoped.Not even close... Not by a mile.From the moment they left the restaurant, there had been an awkward silence between them.Noah tried to be present, to smile, and to enjoy her company like before. But his mind had already checked out.The thoughts of Nora circling in his head dug deep, dragging his focus elsewhere until Ava caught on, and not just her.Even nearby tables must have noticed his absentmindedness.She didn’t push and didn’t even ask. Just gave a tired smile and quietly ended the night.A part of Noah was angry at Faith for disturbing his date and for bringing up Nora.For saying her name like it still mattered.But another part of him, the part he didn’t want to inspect too closely, was relieved.Relieved, he’d run into that nosy doctor, the one who reminded him of his promise.Liam had been more than a best friend.And Noah had sworn to look out for Nora.To protect her. Whether she wanted him to or not. Whether
ϖϖϖϖϖϖThe following weeks passed quietly, almost uneventfully.To Nora, they felt like a dull cycle of work and sleep, but to those who saw her, the change was alarming.Her glow had turned pale, her steps slowed, and her appetite seemed to vanish as if anguish had taken up residence in her body.The only time she managed to eat without feeling that familiar nausea was during short breaks at the office. At home, the refrigerator stood nearly empty, save for a few bottles of water and some leftover alcohol she hadn’t touched in weeks.She could feel something changing inside her, but she wasn’t ready to face it. Not yet.The hospital was a place she avoided at all costs, though Faith thought she ought to return. But Faith couldn’t see the nightmares that very place stirred in her.Yet, the headaches kept coming, severe with each passing day. The pain settled behind her eyes, and even breathing started to feel like a slow, suffocating struggle.Nora sighed, slumping back in her chair.