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weather was getting robbes, and Whitney planned to make a hearty bert tow. She had ahrady picked out most of the ingredients, with potator bring the last on her list.
As the teached for a sack of potatoes from the newly stacked display, another handurached for the same one. Their hands touched, and Whitney looked up to meet a pair of dark eyes that
nec Mutednut, komprised inser him there. She glanced at his cart, filled with frozen meals, milk, and bread.
ader this one: 111 prabanother,” she said, pulling her handlock
“You can have it.” Noel repliedelity, pushing his cart forward.
As he started to walk away, Whitney called out, “Wait!” She hurried to catch up with him. “You probably haven’t eaten yet. I’m making stew and a few other dishes. Why don’t you join me
Noel studied her for a moment, his gaze intense and his voice low as he asked, “Weren’t you planning to move out?”
Whitney shook her head “Not ammare.
Noah was caught off guard by her answer. After a brief pause, he said, “I remember you saying you didn’t want me coming over for meals anymore.”
“I wanted to apologize for that misunderstood and thought you were.” Whitney trailed off, embarrassed as she stared at her feet.
“Thought I was what? Noel’s voice came from above her.
“It’s in the past now I was wrong, so please just accept my invitation,” she stated.
Even Yvette could tell what Nel meant, yet it seemed to fly over her head. Whitney thought it was just stupid of her, so she avoided any explanation. She feared that Noel would be upset at her toolishness if he found out the real reason.
Whitney also could not forget Yvette’s words from before, in which she told her, “Noel seems to care so much about you, Whitney Did he fall for you? I know Noel pretty well. He’s a good guy and incredibly handsome, but his family background
“Being from a political family is different from your usual wealthy family. He probably has file ay in who he marries, and someone of our social status wouldn’t be considered suitable
Whitney felt a strange stir in her heart when she heard Yvette’s comick. Nonetheless, she quickly brushed it off and said, “I’d have to be crary to develop feelings for Noel, especially since be’s Dumian’s cousin.”
Yet here she was, trying to apologize without giving Noel any confusing signals. She decided that some misunderstandings were best left alone,
“Are you coming” Noel’s voice snapped her back to reality.
“What?” Whitney was startled.
“Aren’t you making dinner?“) He was already walking ahead. “Any later and it turn into a midnight snack.”
Realizing he had agreed, Whitney quiddy pushed her cart to catch up with him.
Since Whimney had not driven, the rode with Noel Sher considered sitting in the back but did not want to make him feel like a driver, so she took the passenger seat instead.
“Yvette has decided not to say,” Whitney said, breaking the silence in the car. “Instead of continuing this cycle of revenge, we’re negotiating a deal, ti Jenny can get Rachel in drop her och charges against Yvette, we won’t press charges against her?”
After all, litigations would do no one any favors. If they chose to proceed with the Lawsuits, it would surely sour the relationship between the Howard and Jennings tamilies and give Yvette another headache. Hence, going this route might not only give Jenny a lesson but also spare Yvette from a mountain of legal troubles
Noel focused on the road, glancing at the stream of cars ahead. “You sure you’re okay telling me this? What if 1 spill it?”
Whitney felt embarrassed, remembering how she had previously refused to share information with him. She even insisted it was constidential, but she had done that merely out of frustration and a bit of distrust. Now that the had casually brought it up, she could not blame him for the sarcastic tome.
Swallowing her pride, she replied, “I was being petty before. I know you’d never tell anyone.”
Noel glanced at her before returning his attention to the road. As they approached Cooks Heights, Whitney remembered she had forgotten a crucial spice at the supermarker. Fortunately, there was a convenience store nearby that stocked everything they needed
“Could you pull over quickly? I need to grab some seasse ngs. I’ll be right back.”
Noel steered the car to the curb, and Whitney immediatelyjected toward the store. Across the street, a black Maybach drove past, with Damian driving. He turned his head just in Whimey getting out of the passenger side of what he recognized as Noel’s G–Wagon.
Damian’s expression darkened instantly. Moments later, he watched Whit to the car, and the black G–Wagon disappeared into the underground parking garage of Coas
Heights. His grip on the steering wheel tightened until his knuckles turned
