When Love Is a Lie

Chapter 63 You Scratched Me All Over

Whitney hesitated, her steps faltering as she noticed Noel heading toward the elevator. He glanced her way belly before continuing as if he hadn’t noticed her at all. She could still hear his words from the night before–accusing het of lying

Whitney ignored him and walked to the elevator, keeping a distance from Noel

When the elevator arrived, Whitney thought of taking the next one but quickly dismissed the idea.

So, as Noel stepped in, she followed and faced the doors.

slightly in his direction

The elevator was small, the mirrored walls reflecting them both Whitney focused on the changing floor numbers, refusing to let her gaze wander even si

They both stepped out when the elevator arrived on the 16th floor, each heading in the same direction but treating each other like strangers. But just before reaching her door, Whitney stopped and turned back

I need to ask you something”

Noel paused, his finger hovering over his keypad. He waited silently.

Whitney hesitated, feeling a flash creep up her cheeks. “That night when I was sick, did you. Did you help me get undressed?”

came out as

her with

she repeated, “Did you help me

hazy, but she remembered clearly Whitney waited for his reply but none came. She looked up and

he replied smoothly. Noel leaned against the wall with a small smile. He was more playful

Why would you do that? You

one floor, so

had taken her

and clung on to him. She was a completely different person from

was sirk

stepped back until her back hit the wall.

shirt. Her eyes went wide as she looked

leaned in his warm breath brushing against her cheek. Whitney’s heart skipped a beat. She had to admit that Noel was everything a girl could dream of, but

helped you get dressed too. You have no idea how much trouble you were,” he mused, his voice

what

looked up, meeting his dick gaze. She could see her flushed

their breaths mixed as their lips almost brushed against each other’s

denying it? That fits night at the hotel, you left scratches all over my shoulders and arms. Guess you’re