Remarried Wife: Mr. Ex, We Will Never Reconcile!-Chapter 125: Flirting! Are You Sure You’re a Gentleman?

Chapter 125: Chapter 125: Flirting! Are You Sure You’re a Gentleman?

Vera Sheridan walked barefoot into the living room, the men’s shirt she wore was ridiculously large, hanging loosely on her, and as she moved, the fabric brushed against her skin, causing an indescribable itch.

Just as she rounded the corner, her footsteps halted, her heart seemed to be hit lightly by something.

Noah sat by the floor-to-ceiling window, talking on the phone.

The morning light bathed his tall figure in a pale gold, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, his dark trousers hugging his long, straight legs.

"...Hand over my dashcam footage to the police, for now, that’s it." He finished the call neatly, seeming to sense her gaze, and naturally turned around.

Their eyes met, and the air instantly froze.

Noah’s deep eyes darkened swiftly.

Her long hair was in disarray, her expression bewildered, the open collar revealing delicate skin.

Wrapped in his white shirt.

The thin shirt material, with the morning light filtering through, faintly outlined the curves underneath.

The hem just barely covered her upper thighs, beneath which were her long legs, dazzlingly white.

Noah’s Adam’s apple rolled abruptly.

Vera’s ears burned hot, wanting to say something but unable to voice it.

"Awake?" Noah spoke first, his voice hoarser than usual.

"Last night... it was me..."

Vera felt a shudder like an electric shock through her body, her mind buzzing, flushing from her earlobes to her neck.

Last night... he was the one who helped change her clothes?

At that moment, Noah began to stride towards her, his steps firm, the compelling male aura growing stronger as the distance shortened.

Vera, caught in his burning gaze, retreated in a fluster.

Until her back hit the cool wall, leaving her with nowhere to retreat.

Noah, however, turned on his heels, walked straight to the shoe cabinet, picked up a pair of men’s slippers, returned to her, squatted down, and gently placed the slippers by her fair feet.

"Put them on." His voice was low, carrying a hint of irrepressibility.

Vera snapped back to her senses, hurriedly stuffed her feet into the oversized slippers.

Noah stood upright.

The two were too close; Vera, still with her head lowered, her petite nose brushed suddenly against his well-defined cheek.

In an instant, his slightly cool skin brushed against her warm nose tip, like tiny electric currents crackling, coursing through her body.

Vera tensed up completely, her breath enveloped in his scorching, clean, and intensely aggressive male scent, his profile so close she could clearly see the tense lines of his jaw.

Noah gazed down at her, his eyes skimming over her ears, red as blood, his Adam’s apple involuntarily moving again, a careless smirk at the corner of his mouth, "Miss Sheridan."

He lowered his voice, with a teasing hoarseness, "Are you hot?"

In one movement, he braced a solid arm against the marble wall above her head, trapping her in a small space, leisurely observing her flushed face.

Vera was forced to look up and meet his teasing gaze, nervously swallowing, "I... no, it’s just a bit..."

Noah’s eyes twinkled with deeper amusement, seemingly seeing through her every thought, he slowly asked, "What were you just thinking? Pondering... whether I personally helped you change into this shirt?"

He deliberately enunciated "personally" slowly and distinctly.

Vera visibly froze, her eyelashes trembling rapidly.

Could it be... not?

Noah tightly observed her reaction.

His fingertip gently lifted a strand of hair from her cheek and tucked it behind her ear, his fingers lightly brushing her burning skin.

He leaned closer, his hot breath almost on her ear, "If I had known you’d react like this... why did I call Nancy Grant over in the middle of the night to help..."

Vera’s breath hitched sharply.

The next second, her mind went blank.

Her cheeks flushed so red they seemed to drip blood, shame mixed with the panic of being seen through, making her almost want to find a hole to crawl into.

She raised a hand to push against his firm chest, "I don’t understand what you’re saying!"

"You’re a gentleman! I, I didn’t think like that!" She retorted with embarrassment and anger, turning to escape, forgetting about her injured foot, suddenly stumbling—

"Careful!" Noah reacted quickly, stretching his long arm, circling her slender waist directly from behind, almost lifting her slightly off the ground, supporting her steadily, avoiding a sprained ankle.

Vera panicked, the "thank you" not yet out.

The man’s angular jaw, with its undeniable weight and heat, settled heavily on her delicate, sensitive shoulder nook.

It seemed her strength instantly evaporated, sinking softly, completely lost in his firm, warm embrace.

Noah’s low, laughing voice, mingled with hot breath, invaded her sensitive ear, each word seemed to hold tiny hooks:

"A gentleman?" He chuckled softly, the vibration in his chest clearly transmitted to her closely pressed back, "Are you sure?"

His scorching palm touched her side through the shirt, lightly stroking up and down, hot breath spraying at her ear, recalling that hazy kiss in the hospital room... Vera could barely breathe.

Just as Vera’s rationality was bordering on collapse—

"Ding dong—!"

The crisp doorbell sound abruptly pierced the thick, heated air of the room.

Noah’s body froze slightly, the dark currents in his eyes were forcibly suppressed in an instant.

He let go of his hand decisively and took a step back, his face returning to its usual calm and composed demeanor, as if the passionate, smirking man from a moment ago was just an illusion.

"Your clothes should have arrived."

Vera Sheridan took several deep breaths before the wildly beating heart in her chest calmed down a bit. She quickly walked into the guest room bathroom.

Vera splashed cold water on her flushed cheeks, then picked up a toothbrush, mechanically brushing her teeth, her gaze somewhat distracted as she looked at her disheveled hair in the mirror and the ridiculously oversized men’s shirt she was wearing.

At this moment, Noah’s tall figure appeared at the doorframe.

Their eyes met suddenly in the mirror.

Vera’s brushing paused, and her heart skipped a beat uncontrollably.

In the mirror, he had deep-set eyes and an expression as calm as still water. His dark trousers were immaculately pressed, the collar of his shirt was stiff and neat, and the platinum cufflinks on his sleeves reflected a cold gleam.

Noble and ascetic.

As if the man in the living room earlier, with a smirk and heated breath, was just a vague dream.

"Maeve sent your change of clothes,"

"They’re outside. Go take a shower and change into them; we’ll have to go to the city police department this morning to make a statement." His voice was warm and deep.

Vera hurriedly lowered her head, avoiding the overly calm gaze in the mirror, and mumbled a response, "Okay."

Noah said no more, nodded slightly, and then turned to leave the doorway.

His steady footsteps gradually faded away.

It wasn’t until his figure completely disappeared that Vera let out a long breath, her tense shoulders relaxing.

Bowing her head to rinse, a strand of hair fell to her cheek, and she instinctively sniffed it—

A faint scent of sweat mixed with a dusty odor.

Vera’s movements suddenly froze.

Just now... being so close... did he also smell it?

The thought made her ears, which had just cooled down, flush with heat again, and she quickly entered the shower.

Feeling refreshed, Vera went out to find that Noah had already prepared a table full of breakfast. Seeing her favorite osmanthus and sugar lotus root porridge, her eyes lit up.

Noah placed a peeled boiled egg in front of her.

"Thanks." She smiled slightly.

...

Vera took small sips of the warm, sweet porridge, the warmth spreading from her stomach, finally easing her nerves that had been tense all night.

She picked up the perfectly peeled boiled egg, chewing slowly.

Opposite her, Noah, bathed in morning light, also ate slowly.

Outside the large floor-to-ceiling window was Ardendale’s most beautiful river view, with a cruise ship slowly navigating the shimmering river...

A rare tranquility.

Vera enjoyed her breakfast.

Opposite her, Noah also put down his knife and fork, leisurely wiping his hands with a napkin, elegant and refined.

He took a sip of coffee, lifted his eyes to look at her.

"This morning, we’re going to the city police department mainly to help the police complete the records of the cliff incident."

Vera, holding a cup of lemon water, remembered last night’s heart-stopping experience and the despair of nearly falling off the cliff, her fingertips slightly cool.

"Ian Kane’s Phantom has a complete driving record. It shows that, in the final moment, he pressed the brake and actively protected you, and after the car came to a suspension, he guided you to move to the relatively safe back seat."

He leaned back slightly, resting against the back of the chair, his posture calm.

"His legal team isn’t just for show. They’ll insist that this was a dangerous driving act triggered by extreme emotional outburst due to intense marital conflict. He took brake actions, he took measures to protect you, he had a rescue plan. As for rushing towards the cliff... it can be explained as an operational error caused by distraction during the argument, or a threat made in a moment of impulse, but definitely not intentional murder or kidnapping."

Vera understood what he meant.

She also heard from Noah last night that when Ian first abducted her, it was Owen who reported it to the police, claiming that Ian had kidnapped her.

"As for unlawful restraint... from when he took you from the engagement party to when the cliff incident happened, the time in between was too short, barely half a day. In judicial practice, this kind of temporary restraint, especially occurring between those with intense conflicts, is rarely considered sufficient for a criminal case of ’illegal detention.’"

"At most, it falls within the scope of an administrative punishment, which is nothing to him."

Vera nodded, took a sip of lemon water.

Noah let out a light chuckle, "He even turned it around and accused me of deliberately letting him die."

Vera suddenly looked up, eyes burning with anger, her voice unconsciously rising, "That was just a moment of anger! Afterwards, didn’t you want to save him?"

Seeing her protect him like this, a smile tugged at Noah’s lips, "Do you really trust that it was just an angry outburst?"

Vera’s mind suddenly conjured up the image of him, filled with intense hatred towards Ian then, she blinked, and then firmly said, "Yes."

Noah’s smile deepened.

Vera’s heart, however, tightened even more.

Ian had the driving recorder as evidence, whereas Noah’s enraged shout "then let him die" and his act of holding her and leaving, causing the Phantom to lose balance and crash, were all facts...

Her brows furrowed, her clear eyes filled with undisguised worry, she gazed steadily at Noah, "Brother, Ian Kane’s false accusation against you... will it be alright?"