Chapter 93
Noah's POV:
Mirabelle's words from earlier echoed in my mind relentlessly: “Don't come back, Noah. Please."
I leaned back in the plush leather seat, gripping my phone tightly. She begged me not to come back, but how could I Stay away?
I can't ignore the fact that she was in trouble, and no matter what she thought, I wasn’t about to sit back and let her handle it alone.
I need to be there for her, to help her through the mess at her company, and to make things right.
My fingers tightened around the phone.
Despite her resistance, I have already decided.
I am going home.
The engines of the jet roared to life, but I was too restless to focus on the luxury of my surroundings.
My jaw tightened as the memory of the news flashed before my eyes. Mirabelle’s company is on
