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!

to replace

wash my hair quickly,” whitey replied.

he started, but Whitney

her face

meant you can use my room

hesitated, feeling a bit awkward, but also uneasy with how bold he was being “No need, I’ll just wash my hair. You can go outside,” she said,

toward the door.

into a misunderstanding.” Noel multed under his breath as he walked

the door, tumed 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 squint.

she

the showerhead, his voice calm. “Tilt your head down.”

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

gently massaged her scalp, and Whitney’s body instantly stiffened. His pressure was just right,

said, draping a towel over

if she could hudly stand she muttered,

she finished drying her hair and stepped out of the bathroom, she found Noel examining the blueprints on

said, “I found out who tampered with my computer. It was Beata from

her,” he stated, not as a question but as a certainty, as if

is

“Rachel,” Whitney replied

had told her. “She was just bring used. Even if they lick her out of Seabourke, she’s still just taking the blame for someone

long silence after Whitney finished speaking, but Noel didn’t say anything. She looked at him, wondering what

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

was about to speak, Noel grabbed his jacket. “Islate. Get

room, Nori

Group Look

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

a grunt before hanging up the