When Love Is a Lie (Whitney and Damian) novel Chapter 107

Chapter 107 He Sounds Like the Host of the House

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ijt’s just a regular dinner meeting. There no need for the to attend. Someone else is going.” Noel replied nonchalantly.

Noel was the chirt designer at Seabourke Architectural Institute as well as the scion of the Howand family. His status, therefore, was somewhat sensitive. Any dimmer that required his preserve needed careful comideration.

If someone had ulterior intentions and tried to leverage his father’s connections, his woods or actions might lead to unnecessary trouble.

Whitney instinctively thought about Ammy. She would probably be disappointed at the dinner.

Nodding quirth, Whitney suddenly realized something was off.

“Why are you coming or for dinner? Can’t you cook for yourself?” she asked, arousing that cooking should be a piece of cake for someone who culd fix

“I’m tired, “Norled th

Whitney refeded, “I’ve been teviewing materials allalay. I’m tired too.

“Designreviews, dratting, signing off on drawings, attending meetings, site vis

“Mi. Howard, are you really comparing your day to mine?” Whitney shot back.

– that’s my day,” Noel said casually.

Meeting Noel’s silent glance, Whitney sighed. Alright, she admitted it. He definitely had a more exhausting day than she did.

“What do you want to eat?” she asked as they stepped out of the elevate

Noel walked toward his door “I don’t eat cilantro, lamb, or seafood. I also don’t like carrots or cabbage. Keep the salt to a minimum, and no MSG. That’s about

leave the rest to your creativity.”

Whitney’s eyes widened in disbelief. Sighing, she asked, “How am I supposed to be creative with all those restrictions?

Clearly, Noel was even picker than Dagian when it came to lood

“Too hard for you?” Noel glanced at her

“No,” she answered, raising an eyebrow

She entered her house and opened the fridge door, pulling out some fresh beef brisket, tomatoes, potatoes, cucumber, and com. She decided to make a simple dinner–stewed beet with tomatoes and potatoes, a green salad, and com soup

Before long, dinner was crady. She set the dishes on the table and went back to the kitchen to grab the cutlery. She had also intentionally left the main door open so that Noel could enter freely while she was in the kitchen

When she heard someone enter, she called out without looling, “You sup laow how to time things, showing up when I’m done. You’re washing the dishes later.” Hearing no response, she tumed around, only to find Damian standing in the middle of the living room in a dark wool coat He was staring at her with a gloomy

expression

“Surprised to see me?‘ he asked, a faint, mocking sinile on his lips.

Whitney stood there calmly, watching him walk toward the table and eye the dishes

“Who are you waiting for? And who is this food for?” Darulan asked.

“What are you doing here?” she set the cutlery on the table. “If you have no business here, then leave

Danian narrowed his eyes. “I’m your fiancé, so I can come here whenever I like. Why are you so eager for me to leave? Scared of being seen by someone?” Whitney responded with an icy smile, “Flance? Do you seriously think you still deserve that title? We both know what’s going on here, Damian, So drop the act. Damian’s expression darked, but he quickly regained his composure. A sarcastic grin played on his lips.

“So what? Since you don’t want to call off the engagement, our relationship remains unchanged. That’s the undeniable truth,” he said, his grin widening. “You’re

ting for Noel, aren’t you?”

Whitney clenched her tists, hertigen turning pale.

Just Ham, a knock sounded on the dour. Noel entered, wearing light beige loungewear. He said, “I got caught up with work for a bit”

He hadn’t noticed Damian’s presence until he heard him saying, “Noel! We’ve been waiting for you ”