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.

admitted it. He

to eat?” she asked as they stepped out of

eat cilantro, lamb, or seafood. I also don’t like carrots or cabbage. Keep the salt to a minimum, and no MSG.

rest to your

Sighing, she asked, “How am I supposed to be

even picker than Dagian when

you?” Noel

she answered, raising an

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

the cutlery. She had also intentionally left the main

out without looling, “You sup laow how to time things, showing up when I’m done. You’re washing the dishes later.” Hearing no response, she tumed around, only to find Damian standing in the middle of the living room in

expression

to see me?‘ he asked, a faint, mocking sinile on his lips.

him walk toward the table and eye

you waiting for? And who is

the table. “If you have no business here, then

smile, “Flance? Do you seriously think you still deserve that title? We both know what’s going on here, Damian,

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

for Noel, aren’t you?”

clenched her tists,

Ham, a knock sounded on the dour. Noel entered, wearing light beige loungewear. He said, “I

until he heard him saying, “Noel! We’ve been waiting for you ”

his composure and calmly walked

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