When Love Is a Lie (Whitney and Damian) novel Chapter 17

Chapter 17 Did They Talk to Each Other Before

Damian’s eyes widened in surprise. “Noel You live here too?

Noel responded with a simple nod “Yeah”

“What a coincidence. You’re right across fromm Whitney?”!

The deputy mayor, Beckham, was known for his modest lifestyle. He owned only an old two–story house where Noel lived with him and Madelyn, Damian hadn’t expected Noel to have an apartment here.

Noel didn’t say anything, his expression remaining in Indifferent.

Sering Noel glance at the lunch box in his hand, Damian said, “Noel, if you haven’t had breakfast, why don’t you join us?

*Noel’s probably busy with work. We shouldn’t hold him up,” Whitney interjected hastily, then immediately regretted it.

Her words came out too suddenly, almost like she was implying there was something between them.

The memory of last night still lingered, making her want to wold any further interaction with Neel

“you two go ahead. I have a meeting in the morning,” Noel sail coldly. He didn’t space Whimey a glance as he stepped into the elevator.

Damian placed the lunch box on the dining table. How did you know Nool was busy today?

Whitney’s heart skipped a beat, regret washing over her. “Just a guess. He’s the chief designer at Seabourke Architectural Institute, Being busy is probably the norm.”

Damian placed a bowl of oatmeal in front of her, studying the brief flickerot unease in her eyes.

Could they have talked to each other before?

Hetembered Noel saying at the last family dinner that he didn’t know Whitney.

Suppressing his doubts, Damian smiled as usual. These are all your favorites. ll bring you breakfast every day from now on.

“You’re busy enough as it is. You don’t have to go out of your way. Besides, I don’t need this every morning,” Whitney said indifferently, taking a bite of the oatmeal

The subtle shift in her demeanor pricked at Damian She no longer looked at him with the same warmth as before. He wanted her forgiveness, but not at the cost of such coldness “But I miss the breakfasts you used to make. If you really care that I’m busy, why don’t you move back to the villa? Damian reached for her hand, covering it with his own.

“It’s time we head out,” Whitney said, pulling her hand hack discreetly and carrying the lunch box to the kitchen to wash it.

The neurology expert Damian had arranged was already

at the hospital. As soon as they arrived, William Morris began examining Margaret.

Whitney sat on a bench in the hallway, hoping for good news. She tried not to expect too much, knowing that greater hope often led to deeper disappointment.