Chapter 0459 Noah It wasnât long after dinner that Hannah was suddenly rising from her chair and gathering a halfâasleep Melody into her arms.
Noah looked up with surprise, instantly rising as well.
âIâll help you-â
âNo,â Hannah said, offering Noah a tiny smile. âItâs alright. I think Iâm just going to put the little one to bed and go to bed myself.â
She turned to Marcus and dipped her head politely, although there was tension in her movement. âIt was nice seeing you, Marcus.â
âGoing to bed so soon?â Marcus cocked his head. âItâs not even eight oâclock.â
Hannah stiffened, but managed another small smile. âMotherhood is exhausting,â was all she said before turning and slipping away.
As Hannah left, Noah called out to her through their Mindlink. âYou sure youâre alright?â Her movements had seemed more sluggish than usual, dark circles ringing her eyes. She didnât normally tire so easily.
âI think I just didnât sleep well last night,â Hannah replied, and her mental voice was just as weak as her physical voice. âDonât worry about me. Besides... You can catch up with your father.â
Noah sent an eyeâroll through the bond, causing a small laugh to come back his way. But he cleared his throat and turned to his father, nodding his head toward the living room.
âWhiskey?â
âYou donât have to ask me twice,â Marcus replied, rising. His wine sat mostly untouched on the table.
Admittedly, Noah felt oddly exhausted tonight himself. But, like Hannah, he hadnât gotten much sleep eitherânot with tonight weighing on his mind like a ton of bricks. Seeing his father was a surefire way to set Noah on edge. He was just glad it was almost over.
âSo,â Noah said, uncorking the bottle of whiskey he kept on the highest shelf, âyou should know that I intend to marry Hannah again. Soon.â
Marcusâs eyebrows shot up. âIs that so?â
Noah nodded. He poured the whiskey into two glasses, his fingers brushing against his fatherâs as he handed one to him. Before releasing the glass, however, he held it fastâalong with his fatherâs gaze. âMelody is our child, you know. And how dare you insinuate otherwise.â
Marcus went stiff, but only for a moment. âIâm only looking out for you, Noah.â
Noah huffed and released his grip on the glass, turning on his heel and plopping down into the nearby armchair. âWell, thereâs no need for that,â he all but growled. âHannah is my mate. I trust her with every fiber of my being.â
More than anyone else, Noah thought to himself bitterly. Trust... now that was something that heâd learned not to place in other people over the years. Not Scott, not Zoe, not even his own family. Just Hannah. And himself.
+25 BONUS Chapter 0459 And maybe Drake, as strange as it still was for Noah to view him as a friend.
Marcus hummed to himself as he swirled the amber liquid around in his glass. âI just donât understand,â he finally said, his voice softer than Noah anticipated.
Noah quirked an eyebrow. âDonât understand what?â
âWhy...â Marcus gestured vaguely over his shoulder, in Hannahâs general direction. âHer.â
âWhy marry her?â Noah leaned forward, bracing one elbow on his knee. âWhat the hell is that supposed to mean? Youâre the one who arranged our initial marriage. And if I recall correctly, you were all for it.â
Marcus shook his head and took a sip of his whiskey. âThat was a long time ago, Noah.â He paused, pursing his lips for a moment, before continuing. âHer father... He was persistent. Apparently, the girl was quite enamored with you.â
âBecause she was my mate.â
Noahâs father didnât respond to that. âHer father offered a business deal I simply couldnât refuse,â he continued. âAnd, well... I didnât know what she was really like then.â
Noah felt his blood begin to simmer at that. âWhat sort of deal?â he ground out between clenched teeth. Heâd always suspected that there was a business side to the arranged marriage, but had never found out for himself.
Marcus shrugged, a gesture that was far too airy for Noahâs liking. âOh, just a few shares in one of Silvermoonâs mining companiesâyou know how lucrative their silver mines are. Or rather, were.â
Noah was silent. He couldnât fault his father for that; back in those days, Silvermoonâs mines had been booming. Silvermoon had always been known for their silver production. But alas, silver is a finite resource; and over the years, their mines had begun to run dry up.
That was why Hannahâs father had been in desperate need of money last year. Her father, desperate after a few of their silver mines had run completely dry, had made some bad investments to try and make up the difference.