When Noah stepped out of the mansion, his dark eyes scanned around the yard in search of the woman who had left them earlier. Did she leave already? He thought and turned to where his car had been packed to see it still there.
Did she leave with a different car? He wondered dipping his hands into his pocket. Right there his chauffeur approached him, and with a deep bow, the man asked. "Can I arrange the car for our departure sir?" The man asked and his boss shifted his eyes to him.
"Where is my wife?"
"She walked in that direction." With a raised brow, Noah stared at the direction the man pointed at. It was hard to see her because of the less light that reached that area.
"Get the car ready." At his words, he started walking in that direction.
He wasn't in a good mood. Not only because of how her family humiliated her, but because of the reason for their rejection.
