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!

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

wash my hair quickly,”

to my room..” he started, but

Whitney said, her face flushing,

you can use my room to wash up. I’ll be in the

a bit awkward, but also uneasy with how bold he was being

toward the door.

Noel multed under his breath as he walked

began rinsing her hair. The water flow was weak, and she could barely rinse

reached for a towel, but it was handed to her instead. Wiping hereyes, she blinked and looked up “What are you doing here again?” she asked, startled.

showerhead, his voice

ran through Whitney’s hair, cascading down her long strands. She still had foam trapped in her strands, so she needed to rub it out. Noel reached over to help ber

instantly stiffened. His pressure was just right, gently helping to wash it all

he said, draping a towel over

could hudly stand she

finished drying her hair and stepped out of the bathroom,

“I found out who tampered with my computer. It

not surprised. “You didn’t report her,” he stated, not as a question but as a certainty, as if he knew she wouldn’t. “I had her resign voluntarily. She’s not the mastermind,”

is Noel asked.

“Rachel,” Whitney replied

was just bring used. Even if they lick her out of

didn’t say anything. She looked at him, wondering what he was thinking,

getting late, and with the showerhead fixed, it wouldn’t

Noel grabbed his jacket. “Islate. Get some test,” he said, walking

in his room,

anhitecture department at Howard Group Look

few blueprints from Howard Group sent to Seabourke Architectural institute recently, with Rachel’s name on them.”

with a grunt before