FakeNovelChapter 0459
Noah
It wasn’t long after dinner that Hannah was suddenly rising from her chair and gathering a half-asleep Melody
into her arms. Noah looked up with surprise, instantly rising as well.
“I'll help you-"
“No,” Hannah said, offering Noah a tiny smile. “It’s alright. | think I'm just going to put the little one to bed and
go to bed myself.” She turned to Marcus and dipped her head politely, although there was tension in her
movement. “It was nice seeing you, Marcus.”
“Going to bed so soon?” Marcus cocked his head. “It’s not even eight o'clock.”
Hannah stiffened, but managed another small smile. “Motherhood is exhausting,” was all she said before turning
and slipping away.
As Hannah left, Noah called out to her through their Mindlink. “You sure you're alright?” Her movements had
seemed more sluggish than usual, dark circles ringing her eyes. She didn’t normally tire so easily.
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“I think I just didn’t sleep well last night,” Hannah replied, and her mental voice was just as weak as her physical
voice. “Don’t worry about me. Besides... You can catch up with your father.”
Noah sent an eye-roll through the bond, causing a small laugh to cback his way. But he cleared his throat
and turned to his father, nodding his head toward the living room.
“Whiskey?”
“You don’t have to asktwice,” Marcus replied, rising. His wine sat mostly untouched on the table.
Admittedly, Noah felt oddly exhausted tonight himself. But, like Hannah, he hadn't gotten much sleep either-not
with tonight weighing on his mind like a ton of bricks. Seeing his father was a surefire way to set Noah on edge.
He was just glad it was almost over.
“So,” Noah said, uncorking the bottle of whiskey he kept on the highest shelf, “you should know that | intend to
marry Hannah again. Soon.”
Marcus's eyebrows shot up. “Is that so?”
Noah nodded. He poured the whiskey into two glasses, his fingers brushing against his father’s as he handed one
to him. Before releasing the glass, however, he held it fast-along with his father’s gaze. “Melody is our child, you
know. And how dare you insinuate otherwise.”
Marcus went stiff, but only for a moment. “I’m only looking out for you, Noah.”
Noah huffed and released his grip on the glass, turning on his heel and plopping down into the nearby armchair.
“Well, there's no need for that,” he all but growled. “Hannah is my mate. | trust her with every fiber of my
being.”
More than anyone else, Noah thought to himself bitterly. Trust... now that was something that he'd learned not to
place in other people over the years. Not Scott, not Zoe, not even his own family. Just
Hannah. And himself.
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And maybe Drake, as strange as it still was for Noah to view him as a friend.
Marcus hummed to himself as he swirled the amber liquid around in his glass. “I just don’t understand,” he
finally said, his voice softer than Noah anticipated.
Noah quirked an eyebrow. “Don’t understand what?”
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“Why...” Marcus gestured vaguely over his shoulder, in Hannah's general direction. “Her.”
“Why marry her?” Noah leaned forward, bracing one elbow on his knee. “What the hell is that supposed to
mean? You're the one who arranged our initial marriage. And if | recall correctly, you were all for it.”
Marcus shook his head and took a sip of his whiskey. “That was a long tago, Noah.” He paused, pursing his
lips for a moment, before continuing. “Her father... He was persistent. Apparently, the girl was quite enamored
with you.”
“Because she was my mate.”
Noah's father didn’t respond to that. “Her father offered a business deal | simply couldn't refuse,” he continued.
“And, well... I didn’t know what she was really like then.”
Noah felt his blood begin to simmer at that. “What sort of deal?” he ground out between clenched teeth. He'd
always suspected that there was a business side to the arranged marriage, but had never found out for himself.
Marcus shrugged, a gesture that was far too airy for Noah's liking. “Oh, just a few shares in one of Silvermoon’s
mining companies-you know how lucrative their silver mines are. Or rather, were.”
Noah was silent. He couldn't fault his father for that; back in those days, Silvermoon’s mines had been booming.
Silvermoon had always been known for their silver production. But alas, silver is a finite resource; and over the
years, their mines had begun to run dry up.
That was why Hannah's father had been in desperate need of money last year. Her father, desperate after a few
of their silver mines had run completely dry, had made sbad investments to try and make up the difference.
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