Remarried Wife: Mr. Ex, We Will Never Reconcile!-Chapter 100: The One Back Then Was Actually Noah Grant
Noah’s hand resting on his knee clenched almost imperceptibly, the knuckles slightly whitening in the dim light, betraying the turmoil beneath his calm exterior.
His gaze pierced through the car’s rearview mirror, silently settling on Vera in the back seat.
With no makeup, her cold, striking face bore the calm after a romantic crisis, neither sad nor joyful.
The man’s Adam’s apple rolled suppressively, trying to calm the storm in his chest triggered by her words about giving up.
Vera seemed to vaguely sense a lingering gaze.
Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, with a trace of confusion and bewilderment after exhaustion, as she slowly lifted her eyes.
Her gaze, unexpectedly, collided with his in the rearview mirror.
Their eyes met through the cold mirror, joining unexpectedly.
Vera’s heart suddenly warmed.
The air froze instantly, making even breathing difficult.
Noah blinked almost imperceptibly, breaking the subtle stalemate first, and said in a steady voice, "Owen, should I take you back to the apartment first?"
Vera snapped back to reality, her gaze calmly shifting to her brother, but her alabaster fingertips unconsciously tightened on the bag strap in her hand.
"Noah," Owen wiped the fatigue from his expression, a spark reigniting in his long peach blossom eyes, with urgency in his voice, "I’m going to the hospital to see Carla."
Mentioning Carla, a wave of tenderness surged instantly.
Last night, after being completely provoked by Ian Kane, he hadn’t paid attention to her, and now he wished he could fly to her side immediately.
"I can take a cab," he said, looking at Vera, thoughtfully adding, "Noah, please take my sister home to rest; she’s too tired."
Vera raised her eyebrows, looking at her brother’s determined profile, yet she didn’t try to persuade him to rest.
She knew she couldn’t persuade him.
"I’m fine, let’s take you to the hospital first," Vera insisted.
Noah glanced over Vera’s pale face, and said in a deep voice, "Then let’s go to the hospital first."
After dropping Owen at the hospital, Noah drove Vera back to the Grant Family Estate.
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Utterly exhausted from a sleepless night and the psychological shock, Vera returned to the old estate, quickly showered, and fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow, sleeping deeply until dusk.
Upon waking, as Vera was pouring water in the dining room, a sudden clanging of metal sounded from the courtyard.
She held the glass and walked to the large floor-to-ceiling window, curiously looking outside.
The courtyard glowed in the warm orange of the sunset’s afterglow.
Beneath a tall camphor tree, Noah was half-crouched, having shed his meticulous suit, wearing only a simple white shirt and dark jeans.
His hands were gloved in white cotton, stained with grease and oil.
The man was focused, holding a gleaming silver wrench, tightening a long metal bar with clean, powerful movements.
Just then, two workers in overalls carefully carried a massive floor mirror inside the yard under Old Man Zane’s guidance, moving towards the main house.
Vera’s mind was full of confusion, guessing at what was being done, when a playful "click-clack" of footsteps approached from behind.
Old Madam Grant walked in gracefully, her makeup exquisite, her spirit bright.
"Grandma." Unable to resist inquiring, Vera looked outside at the busy figure, "What’s Senior up to?"
Following her gaze, Old Madam Grant smiled kindly, her tone teasing, "Noah cleared out the unused dressing room on the first floor this afternoon, said he wanted to set up a dedicated practice room for you."
Vera’s eyes suddenly lit up, her chest shook.
She couldn’t help recalling the other night, she had casually mentioned that practicing basic skills in the bedroom felt cramped... he actually remembered and arranged it so quickly.
Her gaze returned to the earnest figure in the courtyard, the sunset highlighting the focused outlines of his profile.
Vera instinctively tightened her grip on the glass.
Old Madam Grant took in her subtle reaction, her eyes curving in amusement.
As if recalling some amusing incident, she added leisurely, "That boy, he’s been busy all afternoon, not caring about the stifling heat."
"I must say, his stubbornness hasn’t changed a bit."
"Back then, too, in the dead of winter, during a once-in-decades snowstorm, he ran out into the night against the wind and snow just to build a warm shelter for your stray cats at Veridia University."
The old lady paused, her tone carrying a hint of affectionate scolding mixed with pride, "He came back nearly frozen, caught a cold and fever, and it took a full week for him to recover."
Old Madam Grant’s words thundered in Vera’s ears like a sudden clap!
She trembled violently, her body faltered uncontrollably, the glass spilling a few drops of water, the cold droplets falling on her hand unnoticed.
Vera turned abruptly to the old lady, her voice trembling with disbelief, "Grandma, what you said... is it true?!"
Wasn’t it Ian Kane who set that up?
That was also his first beautiful impression to her.
However, that snowy night she went out with the quilt to the cats, she did run into Noah on the way.
But the next morning, it was Ian Kane she saw guarding there.
And he... never denied it was him.
Old Madam Grant watched Vera’s expression of shock and confusion, pausing briefly before nodding affirmatively, "Of course it’s true." She raised an eyebrow, "This... I assumed you knew already."
Turns out her dear grandson was the real Good Samaritan.
—Doing good deeds without leaving a name.
The old lady had no idea that not only was the deed anonymous, but Vera mistakenly thought it was something Ian Kane did.
At this moment, Vera felt a chill surge from the soles of her feet to her head, the hand holding the glass now ice-cold.
She stood there dazed, the sunset’s light filtering through the window onto her, warmly enveloping her, yet failing to dispel the inner turmoil and the engulfing, suffocating absurdity rolling over her.
Time seemed to lose its measure.
Not knowing how long had passed, she stiffly turned her neck, her eyes blankly gazing out the window, focusing again on the busy figure beneath the camphor tree.
At this moment, Noah straightened his tall frame.
He casually plucked off the grease-stained cotton gloves, tossing them onto a nearby toolbox with ease.
Then he frowned slightly, his gaze falling on his right index finger.
He turned sideways and swiftly pulled a few tissues from a box on a nearby chair, wrapped them tightly around his fingertip.
The white tissue quickly bloomed into a small patch of bright red.
He was injured.
Vera’s brow furrowed tightly, without any hesitation, she turned abruptly, limping towards the dining room door in haste.
Upon reaching the living room entrance, she ran into Old Madam Grant who was heading towards the dining room.
"Oh dear, girl, what’s the rush?" The old lady asked, startled by Vera’s urgency, showing concern.
Vera paused slightly, not having the time to explain, she hastily replied, "Grandma, I’m getting the first aid kit!"
Before the words were out, she had already stepped towards the corner storage cabinet in the living room and grabbed the first aid kit.
Without any delay, Vera carried the first aid kit and headed towards the courtyard.
The sunset elongated her shadow.
She walked straight down the garden path, quickly reaching Noah, her gaze anxiously landing on his tissue-wrapped finger, her breath slightly panting, "Is the wound deep? Let me see."
Apparently, Noah hadn’t expected her sudden appearance, he blinked in slight surprise.
The next second, he met her eyes, filled openly with concern and anxiety.
In the depths of his dark eyes flashed a trace of astonishment, his gaze fixed on her frowning forehead due to him, his eyes darkening.
After a moment, the corner of his lips slowly curved into a playful, teasing smile, deliberately drawing out his words, "Hmm... seems pretty deep."
Vera’s heart tightened abruptly, without thinking, she grabbed his wrist, her voice unintentionally revealing her tension, "Let me see! Could it be tetanus?"
This tone, so different from her usual cool demeanor, exposed a girlish fluster mixed with her concern for him.
