Remarried Wife: Mr. Ex, We Will Never Reconcile!-Chapter 129: Witnessing Their Kiss!

Noah’s scorching breath suddenly pressed down, and Vera Sheridan’s whole body instantly tensed! 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

Her hands pressed tightly against his hard chest, her face forcefully turned to the side.

His warm lips just brushed against her icy cheek.

A warmth mixed with the scent of alcohol, belonging to her, drilled into his nostrils; the body in his embrace was trembling uncontrollably.

She was like a frightened shellfish, curling herself tightly back into her shell, rejecting all external warmth.

"Brother, I... let’s just be friends..." Vera’s voice was low and hoarse, as if she used up all her strength to squeeze out this sentence. Tears slid down silently, wetting her temples.

Noah’s heart felt like it was ruthlessly stabbed by an ice pick, suddenly constricted! He clearly saw more tears flow from her tightly closed eyes, and under the warm light, her thin eyelids were swollen and red.

His Adam’s apple rolled with difficulty, his deep eyes overflowing with tenderness. His scorching lips almost devoutly, gently kissed away the salty tears on her cheek, and his hoarse voice quivered with unprecedented tremors, each word from the heart:

"Vera, I love you!"

Vera’s chest jolted violently, her heart sharply contracted! The fists pressed against his chest clenched tighter, her knuckles turning white from the effort.

She kept her eyes shut tightly, as if once opened, she would be completely swallowed by that surging emotion and the unknown abyss.

Noah’s gaze locked onto her, past scenes madly surged in his mind, and his voice grew deeper and more hoarse:

"Vera... before I met you, what was I? The Grant Family’s meticulously groomed ’perfect heir!’ Sitting in the cold courtroom with the old man since childhood, following the rules, step-by-step. Bearing the family’s halo, I only needed to be a flawless successor. That was the life set for me, I thought that was everything... until I saw you..."

His gaze fell on her face, carrying a hint of reminiscence, "A sixteen-year-old girl, in the middle of a harsh winter, her breath turning to frost, the sky not yet light, you were the only one left running on the field. So small and thin, yet acting as if you didn’t know fatigue..."

"No backing, no way out, just relying on sheer determination, you carved out a path for yourself! Independent, resilient, like grass unable to be crushed by the wind and snow..."

Vera’s eyelashes trembled intensely, her throat seemed blocked by something.

"Later, I watched you receive the Lorraine Award, so aloof and proud, like a blooming white rose."

Vera bit her lower lip hard, her nose sour and tingly, almost unable to suppress a sob.

Noah’s gaze was burning, as if to pierce through all her disguises, reaching deep into her soul:

"Vera, what I love is this you! Is the you who, in desperate situations, grits her teeth, holds her head high, and relies on herself to climb up one step at a time! It doesn’t matter whose daughter you are, or where you come from!"

What he loves is her, her indomitable soul!

Because of her, he gained the courage to break free from shackles and be himself, instead of just being an ’heir’ who couldn’t even choose his own bride!

Vera’s whole body shook fiercely again, her lips couldn’t stop trembling. Her flushed cheeks were streaked with tears, her eyes tightly shut, her wet eyelashes clinging together.

Noah felt a strong sense of bitterness in his eyes, his voice low to the point of pleading: "Vera... can you... try to get close to me as a person, and not as ’The Grant Family’s Second Young Master’...?"

...

A moment of silence.

She was slow to speak.

Noah slowly released his embrace, turned around, "Let’s head back first."

Just as he turned, Vera gazed at that lonely straight back, her heart suddenly wrenched, and in the next second, as if her body disconnected from her will, she suddenly threw her arms around him tightly from behind...

Noah’s whole body jolted violently, instantly turning back.

Their eyes met, the air froze.

Immediately after, she tiptoed, seemingly with a sense of resolve, pressed her lips to his cool ones.

In an instant, it was like a subtle electric current surged through, both of them shivering slightly.

Noah’s scalp tightened, his large hand cupped the back of her head tightly, bending down to deepen the kiss fiercely, completely engulfing and igniting the spark she initiated!

...

Vera, all soft and weak, relied entirely on Noah’s sturdy chest.

Her cold, slender fingers clutched tightly at the front of his expensive suit, creasing the crisp fabric deeply, it was also the only drifting wood she could hold onto at the moment, and a kitten-like whimper escaped involuntarily from deep in her throat.

The vast auditorium was silent, only a central beam of light illuminated their intertwined figures, lost in an oblivious passionate kiss.

Ian Kane had just pushed open the heavy doors, the sight that immediately met his eyes was this!

In an instant, his towering figure seemed to be struck by lightning, suddenly paralyzed!

His pitch-black eyes, like ink, fixated intensely on the entwined bodies under the spotlight, his eyes nearly tearing apart!

Holding the cold doorknob, his fingers exerted such force that it made a terrifying "crack" sound, a freshly healed needle mark on the back of his hand suddenly split open, beads of crimson blood oozed quickly, tracing downward, a shocking sight.

He stepped forward and entered.

"Pa!" A sharp sound pierced the air, making the performance hall instantly bright as daylight!

The strong light was blinding, Vera jolted, instinctively burrowing deeper into Noah’s warm embrace.

Noah remained steady as a mountain, his broad palm gently patting her back, silently comforting her.

Vera’s face rubbed against his chest, inhaling the mature steady scent from him, before slowly lifting her head to look over.

The next second, she saw Ian Kane, her fingertips instinctively clenched into her palm.

Noah held her, his expression unchanged, standing up calmly, a tall silhouette shielding Vera firmly in his arms, his cold gaze directly meeting Ian Kane’s rage-filled eyes.

"Pa—pa—pa—"

The abrupt and slow applause echoed piercingly in the dead silence of the hall.

Ian Kane’s chin lifted arrogantly, clapping slowly, one palm against the other, towards the glaring couple on stage.

On his cold, pale handsome face, every line was drawn to the extreme, contorting into a sharply sarcastic arc.

He stared fixedly at Vera nestling in Noah’s arms.

Under the cold, white lights, her lips swollen, the corners of her eyes and brows lingered with undissipated amorousness, looking as if freshly and fiercely loved!

His heart, like being sliced repeatedly by a blunt knife, tearing and bleeding, yet his mouth forcibly tugged into a mocking arc.

"The noble Second Young Master of the Grant Family, passionately kissing my wife... Truly, a spectacle!"

The last word "spectacle" was almost squeezed out from between his teeth.

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly kicked out viciously, hitting the back of an innocent chair!

"Bang—!" A loud crash, the heavy chair flew sideways, smashing against the wall with a groan of pain.

Ian Kane’s chest heaved violently, his bloodshot eyes fixated on Vera, like a wounded beast.

"Vera! On the stage you regard as sacred, doing such filthy things with him! Get over here immediately!!" His roar echoed throughout the performance hall.

At this moment—

"Ian Kane! You have the nerve to speak about others?!"

A sharp female voice dripping with sarcasm came from the doorway.

Maeve Holloway stormed in like a gust of wind, approaching aggressively, pointing at Ian Kane without hesitation, "In this troupe, behind the barre in the dance studio, the storage in the women’s dressing room... Which corner hasn’t witnessed your escapades with that Nina Sullivan?!"

"It was you! You were the first to cheat and betray Vera!" Her chest heaved intensely, speaking through gritted teeth, "While she was painstakingly undergoing therapy, striving for you, and for your marriage, what about you?! In these places she regarded as sanctuaries, under her nose, rolling around with the student she groomed herself!!"

Maeve’s sharp curses, sarcasm, and accusations reverberated in the large space.

"For you... undergoing therapy... striving for you," these words also forcefully struck Ian Kane’s ears, his furious expression suddenly froze!

His heart felt like it was stabbed by something sharp, the piercing pain instinctively made him look up at Vera...