Chapter 63 You Scratched Me All Over
Whitney hesitated, her steps faltering as she noticed Noel heading toward the elevator. He glanced her way belly before continuing as if he hadn’t noticed her at all. She could still hear his words from the night before–accusing het of lying
Whitney ignored him and walked to the elevator, keeping a distance from Noel
When the elevator arrived, Whitney thought of taking the next one but quickly dismissed the idea.
So, as Noel stepped in, she followed and faced the doors.
slightly in his direction
The elevator was small, the mirrored walls reflecting them both Whitney focused on the changing floor numbers, refusing to let her gaze wander even si
They both stepped out when the elevator arrived on the 16th floor, each heading in the same direction but treating each other like strangers. But just before reaching her door, Whitney stopped and turned back
I need to ask you something”
Noel paused, his finger hovering over his keypad. He waited silently.
Whitney hesitated, feeling a flash creep up her cheeks. “That night when I was sick, did you. Did you help me get undressed?”
Her words came out as a barely audible whisper
Noel turned and looked at her with an eyebrow raised. “What?”
Annoyed, she repeated, “Did you help me get undressed”
That half–buried memory had been nagging at her ever since it surfaced. The details of that night were hazy, but she remembered clearly Whitney waited for his reply but none came. She looked up and met with his dark gaze
“What do you think?” he replied smoothly. Noel leaned against the wall with a small smile. He was more playful than his usuall steen sel
“So, it was you! Why would you do that? You took advantage of me! Whitney raised her voice.
The apartment only had two units on one floor, so Whitney wasn’t worried about being loud.
y that Noel had taken her home.
Noel was amused by the thought of how she was in a daze that night and clung on to him. She was a completely different person from now. She was definitely more manageable when she
was sirk
He slowly approached Whitney, and she instinctively stepped back until her back hit the wall.
With nowhere to go, she clutched the collar of her shirt. Her eyes went wide as she looked up at him in a panic.
Noel leaned in his warm breath brushing against her cheek. Whitney’s heart skipped a beat. She had to admit that Noel was everything a girl could dream of, but right now, all she felt was a creeping sense of danger
“I didn’t just help you undress. 1 helped you get dressed too. You have no idea how much trouble you were,” he mused, his voice low and rough.
Whitney was shocked by what he was saying
Whitney looked up, meeting his dick gaze. She could see her flushed cheeks reflected in his eyes
They drew closer in each other, and their breaths mixed as their lips almost brushed against each other’s cheeks
“What? You’re denying it? That fits night at the hotel, you left scratches all over my shoulders and arms. Guess you’re not as innocent as you think,” Noel whispered
Het mind went blank. Scenes from that night returned to her memory.
She recalled Noel saying, “You want more? Are you a car? Stop scratching!”
Whitney’s face flushed red with embarrassment. She couldn’t even Lace him. She tried to leave, but Noel placed a hand against the wall, blocking her escape,
She opened her mouth, ready to lash out, but the intensity of his gaze stopped her. He was staring right at her flushed, slightly parted lips, his face drawing nearer.
Whitney’s hands balled into fists the sides, he breath catching in her throat. The quiet hallway seemed to echo with her quickening heartbeat as he leaned in. He tilted his head, his lips about to bruth here
At the last second, Whitey turned her head, feeling his warm lips grace her cheek. Her heart skipped a beat. She could still hear his heavy panting
Whitney cleared her throat and ignored it
So, you were the one who took care of me that night and not Damian, right?”
