Noah gently slid Sarah into his car. He sighed, never expecting his plan to go to the club to end with taking care of a drugged Sarah. He took out his phone from his jeans and dialled Elijah's number. "Something's come up, I need to take care of something first. I'll catch up with you later," he said before hanging up, not giving Elijah a chance to ask questions.
As he drove, Noah noticed that Sarah was breathing hard and seemed to be struggling to stay conscious. "Hey, are you okay?" he asked, looking concerned. Sarah shook her head weakly.
"No, I don't feel well," she mumbled, her words slurring together. "It's hot in here," Sarah replied weakly, wriggling in her seat.
Noah quickly handed her a bottle of water from the back seat. "Here, drink this. It'll help you cool down," he said, hoping it would help her feel better.
He sighed, glancing at Sarah, whose condition looked worse. Looking at Sarah's red face and how she acted, he was so sure they used drug.
Noah reached over to the air conditioning and turned it up a notch. "Do you need me to take you to a hospital?" he asked, worried about her condition.
"No, no hospital," Sarah slurred, shaking her head. "Just take me home, please."
Noah nodded and started the car, making his way towards Sarah's address.
"Your key?" Noah asked while holding tight onto Sarah's waist.
"Wey…na…" She mumbled the word.
"What?" Noah felt irritated as he didn't understand her words. Not wanting to waste more time, he lifted her up and went back to his car again.
Sarah tightened her wrapped around his neck and when he wanted to put her down on the seat. She refused as she leaned closer to his nape. The smell of his perfume seemed to calm her down.
Noah still felt a bit cold towards Sarah, but he couldn't deny that he felt a slight tinge of guilt for his initial plan of revenge against her. He couldn't shake off the feeling that he should have just left her at the club, but despite his tough exterior, he couldn't ignore the nagging feeling of responsibility towards her. He couldn't bring himself to abandon her in this state.
"Be good…" He said, gently put Sarah on the passenger seat of his car and fastened her seatbelt. "We will go to my place for now. It's not far from here," he said.
Sarah nodded weakly, too drowsy to argue.
As they arrived at his house, Noah carefully carried Sarah out of the car and into his apartment. He laid her down on the couch and covered her with a blanket, making sure she was comfortable.
"I'll make you some tea. It'll help you feel better," he said, heading to the kitchen.
Noah quickly made a cup of chamomile tea and brought it over to Sarah. "Here, drink this. It'll help you relax," he said, handing her the warm cup.
He watched her closely as she struggled to drink the tea. She removed the blanket as she felt uncomfortable, a hint of concern flickering in his cold eyes.
"Ahhh!" Sarah suddenly shouted as her hand slipped and the tea dropped on her lap.
He let out a long sigh, "You should be more careful." Grabbing a small towel from the kitchen, he gently wiped the spilled tea. Her thigh was slightly red but it was still bearable as the tea was a warm one. He pulled the blanket back to cover her fair thigh.
Taking a deep breath, Noah suddenly stood up and went to the balcony.
Dialling a number, he waited for the call to be connected. "Help me, someone was drugged."
"Who?" Grace asked, feeling confused with the sudden request.
"Can you just come and not ask for more questions?" Noah snapped, his cold exterior back in place.
Grace sensed the urgency in his voice and agreed to come immediately. She knew better than to ask too many questions when Noah was in this kind of mood.
Noah paced back and forth, his mind racing with worry for Sarah's condition. He couldn't shake off the feeling of worry.
When Grace arrived, Noah rushed to the door to let her in. "She's there," he said, his voice tense.
Grace surveyed the scene, taking in Sarah's unconscious form on the couch and the worried expression on Noah's face. "What happened?" she asked, moving to examine Sarah.
"I don't know exactly, but I think she was drugged," Noah replied, his voice tight.
Grace nodded, her expression grave. "Okay, let me take a look at her. I'll do what I can," she said, pulling out her medical kit from her bag.
Noah watched as Grace checked Sarah's vitals and administered medication to counteract the drug's effects. He felt a sense of relief wash over him as Sarah began to stir, her eyes fluttering open, but it didn't last long before she was driven back to sleep.
"Let her get some rest and get back to me in the morning if she has any other worrisome symptoms," Grace explained as she put all her medical kit back into her bag.
Noah nodded, feeling grateful toward Grace. "Thanks," he said, his voice still tense.
"Who is she?" Grace tried to remain calm and kept her emotions in check.
"I don't think you need to know. Anyway, thanks for coming, and as usual, keep this between us," Noah walked to the door, waiting as a hint for Grace to leave.
"Noah…," Grace walked to the door. "You should at least explain. Even though we are engaged because of our family, this is not how you are supposed to treat me…I am still your fiancé."
Noah's eyes followed Grace's retreating figure with cold detachment. He knew she wouldn't understand even if he explained it to her. "I don't think there is a need for any explanation. I told you I never agreed to this bullshit and asked you to break this engagement, but what did you do? You held onto it for years, thinking that you might soften my heart." He chuckled, looking up at the ceiling, his lips twisted into a smirk.
Grace's eyes widened in shock at Noah's words, her heart sinking with disappointment. "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Noah turned to face her, his cold eyes meeting hers. "I mean, I don't think this engagement is working out. We're just not...compatible," he said, his tone detached.
Grace felt a lump forming in her throat, tears stinging her eyes. "But...we've been engaged for a year now. Can't you at least think about my heart?" she asked, her voice shaking.
Noah shrugged, his expression unapologetic. "Should I? What about me? Has anyone ever asked for my opinion before going for this nonsense?" he said, turning away from her.
"This is ridiculous!" Grace shouted. "You are asking your fiancé to check on your woman without any sense of guilt! I have been patient enough with you, Noah. Last time it was Lauren, and this time…" She bit her lips and glanced at Sarah lying on the sofa.
Noah sighed, feeling annoyed with Grace's outburst. "Close the door properly when you leave." He bent down and slipped his hands under Sarah, lifting her up.
Grace looked at him walking upstairs with rage in her heart.