When Love Is a Lie

Chapter 134 Stella Throws Herself Into Noel’s Arma

The dark overcoat and tailored it undereath accentuated Noel’s tall, upright frame. His deep, sharp eyes flickered with a barely detectable cold light when they

Landed on Westley.

“We have guests,” he said casually, shrugging off his coat and handing it to a maid.

When Stella Now Noel, her eyes lit up uncontrollably. Even Rebecca couldn’t help but take another look at him.

When he noticed the unwelcome stares, his cold gaze swept over them. Stella lowered her gaze in a mix of fear and shyness.

Watching this, Whitney sneered internally. So, she had changed targets again.

This most be Noel. My, what a handsome young man, Westley complimented.

“And you are?” Noel’s expression remained indifferent, histone carrying amit edge.

Westley froze awkwardly, not expecting Noel te sprak so bluntly. As a scion of both a prominent political family and a wealthy one, Noel exoded an innate alootness and arrogance.

“Noel, this is Mr. Spencer, Whitney’s father,” Elijah intresliced.

Westley straightened his posture again, waiting for Noel to address him.

to Elijah. “You’ve already had dinner. It’s time for your walk Moderate activity is

Whitney and Damian’s marriage with Mr. Spencer.I’ll

handle it. You

Elijah stand up, not sparing Whitney a

take a walk with you” Elijah wasn’t particularly close to Stella, but considering she was the granddaughter of an old

as youdon’t find it

gave her most dazzling smile.

she spoke, she stole a glance at Noel

Emily, and Whitney remained in the living room. Damian had an engagement tonight and hadn’t

them. She lifted her chin, looking smug and condescending as she sized

marriage at all. Not a single one of you Spencers is good enough

longer bothered to hold back her words

“Emily, our Spencer family may not be as prominent as the Howard family, but you can’t say one in our family is

and educated. Not only can she be a socialite, but she can also manage as

were a clear

argue back. She

Whitney hoped Emily would say something even harsher and ruin

out loud, unable to stop herself her eyes brimmed with mockery and disdain “The child of a mistress has the audacity to dream of becoming a politician’s wife?

‘mistress‘? I joined the

“above board? You’re nothing more than a mistress. I suggest you know your place and

find the words to respond. She could only tug

to you that made youupset. Don’t worry. She’s hall your daughter too. If she’s done anything wrong, you can scold her or discipline her however you see fit.