Chapter 166
No wonder there were maids I’d never seen before. I thought they worked in rotation, but maybe new ones were hired after the others were fired.
I stand there speechless, still reeling from what I’d just learned. It just didn’t make any sense to me. Why would he fire them over gossip?
I open my mouth to say something, but nothing. It’s like my brain simply can’t seem to function anymore.
When I stay quiet for too long, she excuses herself, leaving me standing there clutching the paper bag in my hand, while my heart thundered.
Noah’s been avoiding me for weeks, yet he gave orders to protect me? Why?
The question won’t leave me as I step outside into the sunlight. The air feels lighter out here, but my chest feels heavier than ever, as it sinks into the confusion surrounding Noah.
I begin walking, but then a man in a driver’s uniform approaches me and stops me in my track.
“Good morning, Miss Sierra,” he says politely. “Mr. Wood instructed me to take you wherever you need to go p>
I blink in surprise. “Oh, that’s not necessary. I can just call an Uber p>
He shakes his head. “I’m afraid I must insist, ma’am. Mr. Wood was very clear p>
I want to refuse. But one look at the long, winding road ahead reminds me just how far the main gate is. Not only that, but with how secluded Noah’s house is, I’m not sure I’ll even get an Uber to come pick me up
“Alright,” I mutter, before turning to follow him to a sleek black SUV.
He opens the door for me and I carefully slip into the backseat.
As the car pulls away, I lean my head against the window, watching the trees blur past. The quiet hum of the engine fills the silence, but my head is a anything but quiet.
Noah Woods is a contradiction I can’t untangle. He’s avoiding me, making sure there is no chance for us to meet, yet he makes sure I’m protected. Makes sure I’m not disrespected. Makes sure I’m driven wherever I need to go.
Does he hate me? Pity me? Or what? I just don’t understand it all, no matter how fucking hard I try.
What the hell is going on with him? In that thick stubborn head of his? If you’re going to hate me, why don’t you just hate me all the way instead of your actions contradicting your words?
After a while, I force my head to stop thinking of Noah and his weird behavior. What the use of agonizing about him? It’s not going to change anything between us anyway, not that I want anything to change.
The drive passes quietly after my resolve and soon I’m at the hospital. I’m ushered into an examination room, and a different doctor attends to me. A cheerful woman in her forties.
“Well, Sierra,” she says, checking my chart, “your side wound looks much better. No infection or anything to worry about. It’s healing beautifully p>
Relief floods through me. “The kind of news I love to hear p>
“You’ve been taking care of it. The skin’s knitting nicely. Just a little longer and you’ll no longer need the bandages p>
“Thank heaven” I say smiling. “It’s been hectic showering while avoiding the area p>
She chuckles. “You’re lucky. Some injuries take much longer. Are you resting enough p>
“As much as I can p>
“Good. As for your hand, the scans show good improvement. It’s also healing as expected, so keep that up p>
“Will do” I promise.
“Alright, I’ll see you in your next appointment p>
When I leave the hospital, I feel lighter, well, at least physically.
My next appointment makes my heart race for entirely different reasons.
The moment I step into the OB clinic, nervous anticipation takes over. When the nurse finally calls my name and leads me into the ultrasound room, I freeze… don’t even ask me why, cause I can barely understand it.