Maria.
"Who is she?" I asked immediately, the moment I snapped out of my daze, my eyes fixed on Noah as if his answer would somehow calm the uneasiness rising within me.
He hesitated, just for a second but I noticed.
"She… she isn't that important," he finally said, his tone slightly off as he bent down to my level, his gaze softening as if trying to distract me from the question entirely. "Let me carry you to your room first," he added, reaching out without waiting for my response.
Before I could protest, he lifted me effortlessly into his arms, holding me in a bridal style as though nothing had just happened.
But my mind didn't let it go, not even for a second.
She isn't important?
I didn't believe that, not even for one bit.
From the way she had spoken… the authority in her voice… the way Noah had actually stopped everything to respond to her, it was obvious.
She wasn't just someone, If anything, it looked like she had him wrapped tightly around her fingers.
Or worse…
