When Love Is a Lie

hapter 92 You Blocked My Way

Whitney felt as though she was wrapped in an invisible shackle, trapped in a muddy swamp.

No matter how hard she tried to climb out, she couldn’t escape. Her chest felt weighed down, as if it were

filled with stones.

She took a deep breath and lifted her head.

Up ahead, two workers were carrying a heavy piece of tempered glass.

Nearby, the sound of a crane echoed through the air. Following the sound, Whitney noticed an open clearing behind the trees where larger cabins were under construction.

She walked forward while watching. Just as she was passing one of the workers, he stumbled over something and lost his balance.

The heavy tempered glass suddenly tilted and it came crashing toward her.

“Watch out!” A sharp, urgent voice sounded from behind.

Whitney turned around. Before she could see clearly, she was yanked aside by a rushing figure.

A loud crash echoed as the tempered glass smashed into the group where she had been standing moments before, creating a deep dent in the hard, packed earth.

The area near the foot of the mountain seemed undeveloped, and the ground hadn’t been paved with flagstones yet. Otherwise, the tempered glass would likely have shattered into pieces.

“You were walking so absentmindedly,” came Noel’s slightly irritated voice from above her. The still- shaken Whitney finally came back to her senses.

Whitney looked up with her pale face and imagined what would happen if the glass had hit her.

Seeing her startled expression, Noel pressed his lips together and said no more.

“I just saw the construction over there and… Whitney trailed off, suddenly realizing she was still held in -his arms. She quickly pulled away.

now and how he had appeared in time, Whitney asked, “Were you following me?”

to here, one had to pass

how would he have shown up just

his fingertips before putting

my way.”

Whitney was speechless,

almost injured someone. Seeing that they were both fine, they

over to

that they were just

remind them to

no one was hurt, Whitney didn’t blame them,

too rough for vehicles, so we had to carry everything up ourselves. I must have slipped on a stone,” one of

gestures toward the new construction. “What’s being built over

rooms and tree houses,” he replied before

Whitney was always interested in various buildings. Since she has nothing else to do,

she turned to see Noel following at a leisurely pace.

time, I’m not in

past her. “It’s a project by the Howard Group.

The Howard Group?

her or not. She caught up and asked, “Do you mean the Howard Group is in

of dollars. The manor didn’t look

her, seeming to read her thoughts. “What you’re seeing now is only the first phase.

“What Quinn family has secured the development rights for this entire valley, spanning over 1700 acres.”

That explained it.

they spoke, they reached the construction

and workers wearing

were

and further back, small tree houses being constructed on

Spencer?” A voice called

Department, Harris Grant, whom she recognized

Whitney greeted