Chapter 215 Was Noel Repressed?
Noel’s words made Whitney feel a tight, aching pressure in her chest.
Lilian’s eyes were full of confusion. “The back seat’s so spacious. Why isn’t she worthy? Noel, it’s actually more inappropriate for Ms. Spencer to sit in the front. She’s not a secretary or aTİ AŞKİNLATIE.”
Whitney couldn’t help but laugh bitterly inside. Right now, she probably wasn’t even as important as a secretary.
In the rearview mirror, she thought she caught a glance in her direction. But when Whitney looked up, there was nothing.
“oh, I see,” Lilian said, not pressing further. She sat down next to Noel, leaning in slightly. “Norl, do you think this outfit looks good?TM
Noel glanced at her briefly. “Grandpa will like it.”
“And you?” Lilian raised an eyebrow and smiled, her voice carrying a playtul, almost seductive tone. “Do you prefer the way I was dressed before, or do you like this look more?”
space in the car, the voices from the b
the back were clear as day, Wintney didn’t want to listen, but her ears seemed to catch every
Though there was an
vas a decent amount
unt of space int word, even Noel’s quiet laugh.
“What’s so funny? I’m asking you,” Lilian teased. Then, her eyes seemed to shift as if realizing something, “I get it. Men are all the same. They like the sexy ones.”
Lilian was radiant and bold. She was someone who had spent a lot of time abroad, and it showed by how she spoke plainly and without hesitation.
Even Anthony seemed embarrassed by her words.
(“‘1 didn’t say anything.” Noel replied coolly, his voice light.
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Lilian leaned in further until her upper body almost touched his. “Sometimes silence speaks louder than words. The more you don’t say,
she dragged the final word out, almost in a whisper….Repressed you are.
the more
Whitney understood Lilian’s bluntness but hadn’t expected her to be so bold, speaking as if no one else were in the car. She didn’t want to hear their flirting any Jonger. Reaching into her bag, she pulled out her headphones, intending to block them out.
“Ms. Spencer, don’t you think so?
Suddenly, Lilian threw the question her way.
Whitney didn’t tum around but could feel the weight of a gaze piercing through her back. It was as if the gaze on her could bum a hole through the seat.
Was Noel repressed?
In bed, he was creative and relentless. But out of it, he was cold and distant, and he exuded an air of untouchable elegance.
“1 wouldn’t low,” Whitney replied with a smile as she looked in the rearview mirror
She caught the look Noel gave her from the comer of her eye, the kind that seemed loaded with meaning.
But Wharney brushed it off and ignored it.
The car pulled up to the Howard residence, and Whitney felt a sense of rellet. Finally, she didn’t have to be in such close quarters with them anymore. As soon as car came to a stop, she quickdy opened the door and stepped out.
Lilian was right behind her, ann–in–arm with Noel. The two of them were a striking sight–her graceful beauty beside his extraordinary handsomeness Together, they looked like a perfect, harmonious painting, the epitome of a golden couple.
They passed by Whitney without a word, and she deliberately turned her gaze away, waiting until they had entered the house before she finally moved forward.
The living room still had the same layout as before, but something was different–the flowers that were usually changed daily were missing. Damian’s case still wasn’t closed, so they couldn’t proceed with the funeral arrangements,
Elijali, supported by Isaac, made las way down the stairs. It had only been half a month since Whitney had last seen him, but his hair was completely white now, and the wrinkles on liis face seemed deeper. His eyes were weary, losing some of the sharpness they once had.
“Grandpa,” Noel and Whitney Erried in muison
sota, his voler house, “sit, both of you
“Grandpa, This Is Lilian Held,” Nuel Introduced the woman beside him. “She just returned to the country and wanted to come see you.”
Nor|had mentioned at the diruer table before that once Lilian returned, he would bring herto the Howard residence.
As Elijali lonked up ber, Liljan presented liersell witli the poise of a true lady. “Hello, Mr. Howard Senior. I’ve noticed you don’t look well. Please take good care
Elijali’s gaze moved between Noel and Lillan, then budelly y glanced at Wiitiary, sitting
g off to the side. Finally, he nodded. “Thank you for your concem. I’m getting old. My body’s out as resilierit as it used to be
umard to Noel. “Take Ma. Belda
Show her the house.
Whitney understood what that trand – Dijali wanted to speak to bri privately.
Noel left with Lilian, and Elijahısald, “Whatiny, sit closer to mr. I can’t speak too loudly.”
As he spoke, he motioned to the seal beside linn
She got up anul sat next to him. “Urandpa, please take care of your
“Whitney, I’m sorry. The Howard faintly and i have let you down,” he said as Husd eyes teddeord. “Do you blansene for what happened?”
Whimes’s heart clenched at the sight of his sorrow. “I don’t blame you. And I should’ve told you the truth. If I hadn’t gone behind the scenes to gather evidence, Damian would never have gone to such extremes, and in the end…
Elijah raised his hand. “It’s not your fault. Damian’s ambition got the better of him. That’s why he went astray.”
Having said that, he reached out and took Whitney’s hands. “If there’s someone you love, I can help you.”
