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?

I'll spell it out for you." Catherine was

Noah simply shrugged and waited for her explanation, clearly unsure what to

Noah? That she's my Fifth brother's wife. Since your mother

she heard his calm response. Her voice grew deeper. "What's your

confused. "I really

with her. Why else would I have called

pardon?" Her explanation

I was trying to ruin their marriage? How did she come to

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

coldly. "Speechless aren't you? Consider this a warning, Noah Smith. Stay away from my sister-in-law from this day onwards. If you

at him with a piercing rage in her eyes. "I'll make sure to gouge your eyes out! Why stop

she said all this, she enacted mimes of the punishments

only shudder in

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