When Love Is a Lie

Chapter 150 No More Foolish Actions

The footsteps were faint, gradually getting closer. Whitney could sense someone lowering their head to look at her

She had thought it was Damiantelumming.

Startled, Whitney suddenly opened her eyes, and a figure fleshed in front of her.

“You scared me! I thought you were asleep Yvette stepped back, chitching her chest.

*1thought Damian had come back. He just lef,”

Sering Yvette’s startled expression, Whitney couldn’t help but laugh. “You’re still laughing? Look at yourself,” vyette said, her eyes filled with concemas she looked over Whitney’s legs and Ketu.

“How could you be so carries? How did you trip down the stairs?

Yvette had been meeting client when Matthew called to tell her about Whitney’s accident, and she meshed over immediately the genuinely cared for Whitney, and The warmth in Whitney’s heart was undeniable.

“I’m not clume, I did it on purpose,” Whitney rentessed, not wanting to lie to Yvette

“You did it on purpose?” Yvette’s eyes widened in disbeliet as she listened to Whitney explain the reason behind her actions.

“That’s too dangerous. What if you seriously hurt yourself? What would the cost be?” Yvette was both angry and shaken by the thought.

Whitney joked “Can’t you wish me a little lock instead?”

Wette peeled a tangerine for her while asking, “Has Noel come to see you?” |

it seemed the

Noel had never visited

comes or not doesn’t matter. Even if he

will misunderstand ”

go back to where they started. As if nothing had ever happened, and she

of the right, Whitney slept restlessly. Even though her leg was in a cast, it still ached. Waking up, she felt parched and reached for the water

the bedside table

a hand brought the cup to her lips.

lifted her gaze, noticing the room was dark, with only a faint light from the hallway seeping through

it was Noel

wondered when be had arrived, realizing she hadn’t

the dim light, she saw it

no response from her,

right hand to take the cup, but Noel didn’t let go.

to drink from the cup, taking several large gulps as she was indeed very

Noel set the cup

for you

appropriate“, reminding henselt to

by bedside, his tall figure outlined in the dim

embarassment. It was as if he was implying that he wasn’t

once, and it had been a mutual decision. He didn’t owe het anything.

thoughts swirled Shrfumed het lace away as it Noel could read her expression in the darkness.

your business anyway. I’ve

voice rantied a hint of samasın. “ny fouting yourselt? You thought you could damage

indis ooh stung Whatey gopped the blanket with her right hand, biting