Chapter 227 Her Issue is None of Our Concerns
Whitney bumped straight into a person, almost into an embrace. Lucidly he was wearing a soft, cushiony candigan, so she wasn’t hurt.
“Ms. Spencer? Whitney heard the man call with a vaguely familiar voice.
She looked up in confusion and saw a gentleman with warm, sparkly eyes in a white cardigan, layered over a gray sweatshirt made of high–quality fabric, and smoke–gray casual trousers.
The man exuded a gentle, graceful presence.
He looked somewhat familiar, malding Whitney furrow her brows in confusion.
“It’s been a while, Noel,” the man greeted.
“How long has it been? More than two months? Is your research going smoothly?” Noel smiled and chatted with the man
Whitney finally recalled who the man was–Caleb.
“I’ve been busy recently in the lab, and finally came out of it a few days ago.“Caleb looked down at Whitney, noticing she seemed to remember who he was, “Did you recall who I am, Ms. Spencer?”
“I’m sorry, Dr. Quinn, Whitney felt awkward and apologized
“It wasn’t your fault, Ms. Spencer. I didn’t make way for you” Caleb smiled gently. He looked so noble and land, unbelitting of a spoiled, rich man of an aristocratic family.
Lilian didn’t know Caleb, so Noel introduced them to each other.
“How about you join us for dinner, Mr. Quinn?” Lillan politely invited.
“I’ll have to reject your warm invitation, given I’ve already had a meal earlier, I’m on my way back to the university and saw Noel when I passed by here, so I just came over to say hello,” caleb replied.
Lilian said, “Since Whitney is also leaving, do you mind giving her a lift, Mr. Quinn? We’re worried about her safety,”
Whitney didn’t want to bother anyone, especially Noel’s friend.
Before she could reject it, Caleb asked, “Where are you going, Ms. Spencer?”
“Golden Estate,” Whitney replied. That was where Yvette stayed.
Caleb said, “What a coincidence! 1’ll pass by that place on the way back to the university. Feel free to come with me, Ms. Spencer,”
He even expected Whitney to refuse his kindness.
It would come off as pretentious if Whitney refused again.
“Then, thanks for the trouble, Dr. quinn,” Whitney said.
Since she stood up from her seat, Whitney had never looked at Noel once before she left with Caleb.
“Noel, don’t you think Whitney and Mr. Quinn seem to be a perfect match?” Lilian asked as she looked at the two leaving at the entrance.
Hearing no response from Noel, she turned to look at him.
His eyes were pitch–black like a starless night, radiating a pressuring presence.
“Her issues are none of our concerns” He turned his eyes away.
him. “If they’re truly suitable for each other, we should try and
“But she was almost a part of the Howard family. How is it none of our concema?” she gazed at hin matclanake them, don’t you think?
horl dauckled. “I’ll get jealous if you keep caring about her too much.”
Lilian tilted her head and observed his handsome face before laughing, “You’re getting jealous over a woman? And here I thought you wanted me to cate about her
Noel gazed at Liliani and asked, “Do you want to?”
She wrapped laer slender arms around his neck, replying, “I want to be the only one in your eyes.”
After exiting the restaurant, Whitney followed Caleb to a black SV.
“Please wait for a moment,” Caleb said before jugging to a giren arra tearby and returning with a bicycle.
Witney was surprised.
Caleb comiled and explained, “I spent most of my time on the campus, so thling a bicycle is more convenient. Plus, we had a cycling tournament today and had a meal with mycolleagues afterward, so I just rode my bike umet.”
The driver had already
the trunk, and helped Caleb put in the bleyde
Like a gentleman, Caleb opened the backseat door for Whitney. He even placed his hand above her head, woying that she might hit her head on the catsuot.
“No need to be too formal, Ms. Sponere We’re somewhat acquahdances, do you can calline Caleb Instead of Dr Qadian,” he replied.
“Then, you cantalline Whittney, too,” Widtty salid
– Chiater 227 Her issue is None of Our Concems
The two talked for a little in the car.
Although Caleb was a biologist, he wasn’t stiff and conventional at all. In fact, he was charmingly humorous.
Whitney felt comfortable talking to him, without any awkwardness.
When they arrived at Golden Estate, Caleb helped Whitney open the car door.
“We should arrange a time to go cycling together,” he said.
Whitney enjoyed cycling, too. They talked a lot about this in the car ride.
“Sure, it’s a deal,” Whitney replied.
She turned around after seeing Caleb enter the car and left at the corner of the road.
Her emotions felt slightly lifted after the chat with Caleb in the car.
As she entered the entrance of the house, she saw a man standing under the dim, yellow street light from the comer of her eyes.
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