I woke up with an incredible sense of refreshment and an unexpected wave of tranquility. The events of the previous night seemed like a distant blur, with the doctor bombarding me with numerous inquiries to gain a better understanding of my well-being. After receiving oral medication and an IV infusion, I now felt completely rejuvenated.As the sunlight gently seeped through the slits of the window blinds, I realized that morning has arrived, indicating that I slept peacefully throughout the night. While contemplating this, my thoughts drifted to my children. I wonder if Noah and the soldiers were successful in rescuing them. Are they still captive in Joey's fiancé's residence in Kirkland, or have they already been discreetly transported out of Seattle, heading towards Redmond ?Take a deep breath, Cassandra, I silently reassured myself. Everything will be alright.A soft knock on the door disrupted my thoughts, causing my heart to race with anticipation. "Yes?" I called out, filled w
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
"Good," he responded, flashing a smile my way.As we arrived home, the girls were still asleep. Noah kindly offered to assist me in carrying them inside. One after another , he lifted them up and followed me to their bedroom, gently placing each girl onto her bed. Jasper used to do all this for the girls, he was a sweet father, as well as a sweet husband. Silently, we descend the stairs, and I guided him to the kitchen, inviting him to take a seat at the island."After accomplishing that herculean task, you deserve a substantial breakfast," I teased him, accompanied by a mischievous smile."I won't contest that," he remarked, "That was meant to be my morning exercise routine .However, now that you’ve brought it up, I’ve realized I'm famished.""Perfect. Should we start with coffee or are you more of a tea aficionado?""Coffee.""Alright then. Prepare yourself for a delightful cup of coffee," I responded playfully as I began the process of brewing him a serving of Nescafé."Your house
"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
Despite Grace's persistent pleas, I refrained from filing charges against Jasper and his family. Instead, we reached an agreement that required them to sign legal documents, affirming their commitment to maintaining distance from me and the girls. Additionally, they agreed to comply with the existing restraining order, which had been issued prior to the audacious abduction incident.Although Grace remained unimpressed by the level of cooperation displayed by my former in-laws, I found solace in the fact that I and my children, are finally shielded from their persistent problems. I am relieved that I won't bear the responsibility of causing further suffering to an entire family.Upon the recommendation of the school counselor, Anna and Bella will commence therapy sessions starting next weekend. In the meantime, the school has advised them to take the remainder of this week off to unwind, allowing them to return to school the following week, refreshed and ready for their initial therapy
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
The remaining part of the afternoon was devoted to engaging in a game of Monopoly alongside my daughters. Once we departed from Jane's place, we made a stop at a Chicke store, where we indulged in a delectable assortment of crispy drumsticks, French fries, and sodas. Despite my earnest attempts to immerse myself in the game and entertain my girls, my thoughts incessantly veer towards Noah, compelling me to repeatedly glance at my phone in anticipation of a call or text message. Why hasn't he returned my call?Is he incredibly occupied to the extent that he cannot spare a mere minute or two to reach out and inquire about my well-being and the well-being of my daughters? I am aware that he leads a highly demanding life, but it seems implausible that anyone could be so occupied as to be incapable of sparing even 30 seconds to send a text message, at the very least. Is he deliberately avoiding me? What could be the reason behind his avoidance? And why am I so deeply affected by his silen
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