When Love Is a Lie

Chapter 139 Good Intentions Turning into a Misunderstanding

Noel let out a soft chuckle as he began removing his jacket and sening the collar of his shirt. Whitney was at a loss for words, feeling a surge of panic

She lowered her voice and called out,

“you still want to wash your hair?” He Ignored her frustration and walked straight to the bathroom

Whitney quickly followed. “What do you mean? Are you here to fix the showerhead for me?” she asked.

“There’s a toolboxoves there. Bring II,” Noel said casually.

Whitney stood there for a moment before hrying to get the small orange toolbox and walking back to himquickly. She was still curious. “How did you know l called ML. Hughton?”

Noel took a screwdiver from the toolbox, his tall frame easily reaching the showerhead,

1. ad. “I was nearby,” he replied simply.

When he had entered the living room earlier, be overheard base on the plooie.

Someone had gone down to the basement to check, and there was no issue with the main plumbing. The workers who typically handled thes Howard residence. When Isaac mentioned the issue, Norl decided to come and take a look himself.

Noel, with his architectural background, knew a great deal about repairs sachad once seen him fix an old record player for Elijah

sweren’t in

In the blink of an eye, after Noel disassembled and adjusted the showerhead a few times, water started flowing. Whitney couldn’t help but be impressed, he was quite the all–munder

Sull, the water flow wasa!

half clogged. We’ll need to replace it tomorrow,”

than nothing. I’ll just wash

room..” he started, but Whitney

Whitney said, her

my room to

was being “No need, I’ll just wash my hair. You

toward the door.

Noel multed under his breath

on the shower, and began rinsing her hair. The water flow was weak, and she could barely rinse properly. Soap–suds got in her eyes, causing her to

it was handed to her instead. Wiping hereyes, she blinked and looked

voice calm. “Tilt your head down.”

through Whitney’s hair, cascading down her long strands. She still had foam trapped in her strands, so she

His pressure was just right, gently helping

said, draping a towel

if she could hudly

of the bathroom, she

found out who tampered with my computer. It was

didn’t report her,” he stated, not as a question but as a certainty, as if

is Noel asked.

“Rachel,” Whitney replied

they lick her out

Noel didn’t say anything. She looked at him, wondering what

late, and with the showerhead fixed, it wouldn’t be appropriate for Noel to stay longer

jacket. “Islate. Get some test,” he said,

in his room, Nori called Daniel.

Group Look into anything Rachel has

“Inoticed a few blueprints from Howard Group sent to Seabourke Architectural institute recently, with Rachel’s name on

acknowledged it with a grunt before hanging