Twelve noon, sharp.

Noah Smith arrived at Hilton hotel's rooftop on time.

Catherine Batton was already there.

She was wearing a furry, pink, knitted cardigan from Chanel. Her outfit was complemented with a white shirt, a short blue skirt, and a pair of white shoes. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the Find ɴøᴠel.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Her blonde hair was naturally straight and her bangs reached her eyebrows. Catherine's red beanie only made her look cuter than she already was. She stood before the rooftop fence, her back facing him. Noah jogged towards her before placing a hand on the rails. The people at the bottom looked like ants from here. "I'm here. What did you wish to talk about and why here?"

Catherine frowned as she turned to look at Noah. Her arms were crossed as she angrily growled, "Why are you asking the obvious?"

Noah was puzzled, a frown on his face. He had no clue what was going on. "What do you mean?"

He didn't do anything right? What on earth was she on about?

you don't get it I'll spell it out for

for

Since your mother knows about this, it's quite impossible that you wouldn't."

peaked as she heard his calm response. Her voice grew deeper. "What's your point? What do

even more confused. "I really

her. Why else would I have called you out here to talk?" Catherine stomped her foot on her ground in rage as

Her explanation only served to

a giant misunderstanding. She thought I was trying to ruin their

baffled at what he could have possibly done to cause her to misunderstand to such a

Consider this a warning, Noah Smith. Stay

huge breath before glaring at him with a piercing rage in her eyes. "I'll make sure to gouge your eyes out! Why stop there?

this, she enacted mimes of the punishments before

shudder in response,

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