When Love Is a Lie (Whitney and Damian) novel Chapter 162

Chapter 16 for Disappointment 

he Seabourke Architectural Institute received yet another assignment from the top bram–they had to transform 

el to oversee the new assignment, hence the dinner engagement with the director of the Seabourke Art Museum.. 

nexet the art museum countless times throughout dinner. Before long, they had finished a bottle of 

with Noel, he acidentally knocked the latter’s glass. Their was that and a clatter as the glass tell 

got another glass and a new bottle of wine from the waiter by the entrance 

(she tumed in the direction of the unge door that was left ajar. She caught a glimpse of a heart–stopping figure 

hedinties mache in her purse and found the packet her friend had given her earlier that day. They had met up for tea when Brella mentioned she had yet 

i misterious packet into her fund and said, “Dve this on him and you II have him wrapped around your little finger in ne 

old her friends to wait for her in the lounge while she used the restroom. 

Get returned to Noel’s lounge with a new wine glass and a bottle of wine 

aring baseball capik eesconced in the lobby. They were staring at the lounge, marking every movement. One of them called Billy and 

“Who would’ve thought Stella had the guts to pull this stunt on Noel?” 

surprised, too, but he said nonchalantly, “She’s technically doing us a favor. We won’t have to proceed with our previous mangement anymore.” 

I have the escort we hired back out of the plan and tell the men to keep an eye on Stella” 

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ending the call. 

shoulder at Whitney, who seemed perfectly at ease in her quietude. A smirk curled his lips. It didn’t matter if she and Noel had eelings foreach I be in for great disappointment tomorrow. 

thes that all men were the same–that when presented with the night temptation, they were all cheaters. 

e dinori engagement wrapped up after a few rounds of drinking when Noel left the lounge and the crowd dissipated, he suddenly felt his legs 

tion agains the white wall for suppor 

silhouette approached him to hold his arm, keeping him upright. “Mr. Howard, are you all night?” The woman’s voice 

was none other than Stella. She was dinging onto him at this point, her curves pressed up against his arm. He tried to pull away 

I tire had been lit within his core. At once, something like desire and thirst seized him 

k? Shall I help you to a seat to catch your breath? Stella offered innocently even as she pulled him close, allowing him to brace his entire 

d’hom jero the empty lounge 

and locked the door before helping ! Noel to the couch. 

sted, peaching out to touch his face.