When Love Is a Lie (Whitney and Damian) novel Chapter 26

Each in the morning, Whimey was waiting the the elevator when she heard the sound of a door opening behind her.

Out of the corners of her eyes, she saw Noel approaching but chose not to greet him. As soon as the elevator doors opened, she stepped inside without a glance back

The murred walls reflected the hs of them, one standing in front of the other. The silence was almost suffocating, broken only by the sound of the elevator descending Feeling the tension, Whimey couldn’t hold back any longer,” man arks you over again, could you please refinebi

She really didn’t want to face the same we situation as hast time.

“Am I that en bewable Noel asked back.

“No, I just think or shouldn’t get too close. You know what I m

Nel towed over her by almost a hood and a halt. He good down at her through the mirror. “There’s only one way not to get close. Either you don’t marry into the Howard

amily or 1culties with them.”

In other words, she could only word him if she broke off her engagement or if Neleased to be part of the Howard family.

Whime bebeved there had to be other solutions. Noel was clearly making things difficult for her

She met his gaze in the mirror and said indignantly, “But you’re already estranged from the Howard family, aren’t you? That should make it easier. Just avoid me or stay away

whimey knew that ever since Noel and his parents had moved out of the Howard residence, they rarely went back. There was no need to go to such extremes.

Noel’s sled into a mocking smile. “You’re just unwilling to give up the title of Mrs. Howard.”

His words cot deep, pleating her heart like a sharp blade.

we for the Spencer family and her mother, would she still be compromising for Damian? What did their eight years together mean he kept betraying her? She felt like a fool, knowing her Hance was unfaithful and still staying with him.

But Noldn’t know any of this all he did was judge and mock her..

Whimey felt wronged but didn’t want to show her vulnerability to Noel Sheered, “Yes, you’re right, I’m just too attached to the title of Mrs. Howard. Is that so wrong?” Just then the elevate reached the underground parking level, and Whitney stopped out quickly.

Het frustration, anger, and sell–lothing all bolledower, tristing painfully inside her. The years of suppression seemed to reach a breaking point.

In her haste, she didn’t see the car approaching behind her.

Suddenly, she was worked back by a strong force. Then, she fell into a warm, solid chest.