Chapter 91
Noah's POV:
The quiet hum of the hotel air conditioner filled the room as I stared at my phone. Another call unanswered. I sighed, leaning back on the plush chair in frustration. "Come on, Mirabelle." I muttered under my breath. "Pick up the damn phone."
It has been over 30 f*****g hours since we last spoke, and the growing silence between us made me irritated. I had called her more times than I cared to count—twenty, maybe even thirty. Each unanswered ring felt like another stone in my chest, dragging me down.
My thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. Startled, I straightened up. “Who is it?”
“It’s me, Natasha.” Her familiar voice called from the other side.
Natasha? What the hell was she doing here so late? I crossed the room quickly and opened the door. Natas
