When Love Is a Lie

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?

beat, regret washing over her. “Just a guess. He’s the chief designer

of oatmeal in front of her,

to each

the last family dinner that he didn’t know

his doubts, Damian smiled as usual. These are all your favorites. ll bring you breakfast

Besides, I don’t need this every morning,” Whitney said indifferently, taking a bite

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?

pulling her hand hack discreetly and

expert Damian had

as they

the hallway, hoping for good news. She tried not to expect too much, knowing that greater

field. He definitely have a solution,”

away,

to the examination reers opened, and Whitney immediately got up. “Professor Morris,

keup?

reviewed her case. Madam Colin’s brain damage from the car accident is severe, which is why she’s

with disappointment. She knew that if her mother’s condition were easily treatable, she would have woken up long ago

that can

for a moment. “There may be a new drug that could help However.”

drug?” Whitney’s eyes lit up

long–term comatose patients. If Madam Colin could get on it, it might make a difference. However, it’s newly

matter. If you can help

a few doses have been developed, I’ll