When Love Is a Lie

Chapter 107 He Sounds Like the Host of the House

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ijt’s just a regular dinner meeting. There no need for the to attend. Someone else is going.” Noel replied nonchalantly.

Noel was the chirt designer at Seabourke Architectural Institute as well as the scion of the Howand family. His status, therefore, was somewhat sensitive. Any dimmer that required his preserve needed careful comideration.

If someone had ulterior intentions and tried to leverage his father’s connections, his woods or actions might lead to unnecessary trouble.

Whitney instinctively thought about Ammy. She would probably be disappointed at the dinner.

Nodding quirth, Whitney suddenly realized something was off.

“Why are you coming or for dinner? Can’t you cook for yourself?” she asked, arousing that cooking should be a piece of cake for someone who culd fix

“I’m tired, “Norled th

Whitney refeded, “I’ve been teviewing materials allalay. I’m tired too.

“Designreviews, dratting, signing off on drawings, attending meetings, site vis

“Mi. Howard, are you really comparing your day to mine?” Whitney shot back.

– that’s my day,” Noel said casually.

silent glance, Whitney sighed. Alright, she admitted it. He definitely had a

want to eat?” she asked as they stepped out of the elevate

“I don’t eat cilantro, lamb, or seafood. I also don’t like carrots or cabbage. Keep the

the rest to your creativity.”

Sighing, she asked, “How am I supposed to be creative with all those

even picker than Dagian when it came

Noel glanced

she answered, raising an eyebrow

tomatoes, potatoes, cucumber, and com. She decided to make a simple dinner–stewed beet with tomatoes

back to the kitchen to grab the cutlery. She had also intentionally left the main door open so that Noel

the dishes later.” Hearing no response, she tumed around, only to find Damian standing in the middle of the living room in a dark wool coat He was staring at her with a gloomy

expression

me?‘ he asked, a faint, mocking sinile on

calmly, watching him walk toward the table

for? And who is this food for?” Darulan asked.

she set the cutlery on the table. “If you have no business

Whitney responded with an icy smile, “Flance? Do you seriously think you still deserve that title? We both know what’s going on here, Damian, So drop the act. Damian’s expression darked, but he quickly regained his composure. A sarcastic grin

don’t want to call off the engagement, our relationship remains unchanged.

Noel,

clenched her tists, hertigen turning

knock sounded on the dour. Noel entered, wearing light beige loungewear. He said, “I got caught up with

him saying, “Noel! We’ve been waiting for

startled at first, Noel orgained his composure and calmly walked over to the dining table, inspecting the dishes.