When Love Is a Lie (Whitney and Damian) novel Chapter 103

Chapter 103 Don’t Pretend You Didn’t See Me

Theused in a black salt with sharp lines accentuating his tall frame, Noel stood there, ending a cool and noble air is deep gare locked onto Whitney as he stepped

Amtsome kind of man–eating demon?” he obtenly asked, his voice deep and low

Before entering the elevator, Whitery had motiond him walking in her direction Panicking, she quickly stepped inside and repeatedly pressed the button to close Hirdoors. However, her efforts were in vain as he managed to stop the dones just in time.

“I didn’t see you back there,” Whitney uid, affering an eKOTISE

“No, I’m not.”

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Whitney froze, startled, befme that lifting her head “No. 1

Before she could finish, his shadow loomed over her, and in the next moment, liis lips captored hen Whitney’s mind went blank. Her eyes widened in shock, stating at the face so close to ben

The kiss was dominering and passionate, as if it sought to come her completely

Whitney tried to struggle and push him away, but her strength gradually faded. Her body softened until she gave up resting

Sensing her change, Noel’s kiss goes gentler. He traced her lips over and over with atenderimistence.

In the quiet space, where they were the only ones left, their heartbeats echoed in the stillness, filling

After a long moment, Noel slowly released her, his deep eyes like a mesmerizing vortex

Bushingly, Whitney averted her gaze uneasily and asked, “What if the cameras caught us?‘

Noel chuckled, his voice deep and low. “The cameras aren’t worlding”

Whutner was left speechless. No wonder he had been so bold as to kiss her like that

Next time, don’t pretend you didn’t see me,” Noel said firmly

Whitney looked up at him, looking puzzled

their ears

Noel was still unsettled by the incident at the manor. If it had truly been the killer back then, whitney might have been long gone. That thought lingered, prompting him to stop holding back his feelings for her.

“If you do it again, this will be your poshment.” Neel lightly tapped her forehead as she stood there in a daze,

“Noël, see you sure you’re not handing a moment or something?” Whitney blurted out, rubbing her forehead.

She had always believed he couldn’t stand her, yet here was he doing this again.

Noel’s expression wissbly darkened, making Whitney feel an urge to flee. But with them still inside the elevator, there was nowhere to go.

Suddenly, her phone rang.

Saved by the bell

Sering it was from the police station, Whitney quickly answered. “Hello?”

“Ms. Spencer, we need you to come to Seaboule Police Station There are some parts of your statement that need furtherclantation.”

“Alright, I’ll head over now.” As she ended the call, the elevator crached the first floor

“Bye!” Whitney quickly walked past Noel withsot meeting his gare, heading straight to the sidewalk

Her car was in for servicing, so she had no choice but to hail a cab Watching one cab alter another pass by with passengers inside, she sighed in frustration, Just then, Noel approached to car and opened the front passenger dont

“I’ll give you a ride,” he offered

“No thanks. You’re heading back to Seabourke Architectural stitute, aren’t you ‘I can manage with acab,” Whitney replied, trying to mascher unease

Being in the same space with lam made her feel strangely unsettled–it felt dangerous.

“I’ll drop you off at the police station before crtuming to the institute,” Noel said, his bone leaving no toom for argument.

Realizing he wouldn’t leave until she got in the car, Whitney glanced around nervously. They were standing in front of the company, where people were coming. and going. The last thing she wanted was to draw attention by being seen with Noel Reluctantly, she compromised and got into the passenger seat.

Thankfully, Noel had plenty of work calls, so as soon as she got in, he was occupied with them, sparing her the awkwardness.

Noel kept his word Afterdropping

at the police station, he devee oll

Whitney completed the necessary additions to her statement in less than half an hour.

“Mi Spencer, Thank you for your cooperatio

“pist doing my part,” Whitney replied