To my surprise, Noah once again offered to drive me and my daughters home. What astonished me even more was that the girls immediately agreed, without even checking with me first. They were bursting with excitement at the idea of showing him around our house once we arrive. Suppressing my objections, I forced a smile to convey my acceptance of his offer.During the drive home, Noah provided me with a comprehensive account of how the twins were rescued from captivity just yesterday. Upon leaving the hospital, he promptly contacted Frank and his team to meet him at the address provided by Jasper to the police. Additionally, he reached out to Grace, who graciously agreed to join him at the location. When they arrived at the house where the twins were being held, they encountered a security checkpoint at the entrance. As per the estate's policy, the gate security insisted on informing Joey's fiancé about their arrival before granting them access. Nevertheless, after persuading the securi

"You appear to be quite adept in the kitchen," I casually remarked as we began to arrange the food on the plates."Indeed. Cooking is one of my hobbies," he replied. "I have a genuine appreciation for good food, which often motivates me to cook.""I find that quite appealing," I responded with a smile."I'm delighted to hear that," he said, accompanied by a playful wink.My heart fluttered, but I quickly reminded myself that this man does not belong to me. We found ourselves seated at the kitchen table, sharing a meal in comfortable silence, relishing the delightful dishes we both contributed to."These sausages are absolutely fantastic," Noah exclaimed as he took a bite."Really? Is it because you cooked them yourself?" I playfully teased."Yes, indeed. It's the 'Noah's Touch' that makes all the difference," he responded with a grin."Noah's Touch,' huh?" I chuckled and took a forkful of scrambled eggs into my mouth. While savoring the taste, unexpectedly, Noah leaned forward and gen

Days have passed since I made the call to Noah, but his only response was a brief text message: "Sorry, I missed your call. Will get in touch with you soon." It has been radio silence ever since.On a Saturday afternoon, I accompanied the girls to their initial therapy session, as recommended. Once their sessions conclude, I seize the opportunity to have a conversation with the therapist. He assured me that my daughters don't exhibit any signs of emotional trauma. However, he suggests continuing the sessions for a few more weeks primarily for observation purposes. Leaving the therapist's office, my thoughts drifted to Noah, and I couldn't help but feel a strong sense of longing for him.Curious, I pondered to myself, wondering why I'm missing someone I barely know. What is it about him that elicits this longing within me?Reading my mind, Anna interrupted my thoughts and asked, "Where is Mr.Noah?"Carefully choosing my words, I inquired, "Why do you ask, dear?"Ever since that day we

Despite my disappointment when Noah's phone call goes directly to voicemail, I remained determined not to surrender. I left a heartfelt message, expressing my concern for his well-being and kindly requesting that he reach out to me upon receiving my message to confirm that he is alright.Leaving the voice mail message didn't provide the satisfaction I sought. There is an undeniable yearning within me to see Noah, and I couldn't deny that I am strongly drawn to him. Perhaps it was the courageous role he played in rescuing my children from captivity that awakened this attraction, or maybe it has always existed within me but remained suppressed. Regardless, I found myself genuinely interested in pursuing a relationship with him, should he still hold an interest in me.All the reservations I once had about dating Noah have vanished, especially after the enlightening phone conversation I had with my mother. Moreover, Grace was absolutely right in saying that I don't owe anyone an apology

Before leaving the shopping complex garage where my store is located, I made a considerate call to Mrs. P, informing her that I may arrive home later than usual tonight. It's important to me to give her a heads-up and ask her to hold down the fort until my return, although she doesn't mind. I believe it's a matter of common courtesy to let her know if our regular routine will be disrupted for any reason.As I embarked on my journey, I was filled with enthusiasm despite feeling uncertain about what to say to Noah when we meet. Or if we meet, my mind corrected me. I could only imagine how frustrating it must be for him, attempting to understand my intentions and continually falling short. One moment I'm gazing at him affectionately, and the next I'm pushing him away, behaving as if he's a predator ready to consume me. If I were in his position, I would be quite annoyed, so I can only speculate about how he must be feeling now.A man who possesses immense wealth and has the luxury of cho