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 it tomorrow,” Noel

I’ll just wash my hair quickly,” whitey

he

Whitney said, her face flushing,

my room to wash up. I’ll be

bit awkward, but also uneasy with how bold he was being “No need, I’ll just wash

toward the door.

intentions tumed into a misunderstanding.” Noel multed under his

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,

was handed to her instead. Wiping hereyes, she blinked and looked up “What are

voice calm.

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

Whitney’s body instantly stiffened. His

said, draping a towel over her

if she could hudly stand

the bathroom, she found Noel examining the blueprints on her desk

found out who tampered with my computer. It was

suradable, but not surprised. “You didn’t report her,” he stated, not as a question but as a certainty, as if he knew she

is

“Rachel,” Whitney replied

just bring used. Even if they lick her out of Seabourke, she’s still just taking the

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

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

jacket. “Islate. Get some test,” he

his room,

someone investigate the anhitecture department at Howard Group Look into

responded, “Inoticed a few blueprints from Howard Group sent to Seabourke Architectural institute recently,

it with a grunt before