Chapter 155 You Decide to Turn on Me

Whinner was deep in thought when her peripheral visioenght sight of the shine of blackleather shoes. She looked up to find Noel standing at the side of her bed.

“Even though this is the Howard residence, this is still my room shouldn’t you have knocked before entering?” Whitney’s tone was cold, her eyes ier.

Nork pulled out his phone as he spoke. “Don’t you want to see the progress on the project you designed?”

Since she had taken leave for the wedding and thenbeen hospitalized, Whitney hadn’t given mich thought to the construction progress of the provincial hospital.

He opened the photo gallery and handed her the phone. The hospital’s exterior was taking shape, and it already looked like what she had envisioned. This was the first time she saw a building she had designed slowly coming to life.

Whitney scrolled through the photos, a sense of achievement bubbling up inside her.

“It won’t be long before you’ll see it in person,” Noel said.

She handed the phone back to him. The interruption had lessened the weight of her earlier frustration.

“Thank you, Noel. I’ve seen enough, you can leave now.” Her voice was calm and emotionless, and she didn’t even look up at him.

leave. Instead, he took a seat on the couch near her bed, his long legs crossed, radiating an air

bed. “It’s you who doesn’t want anything to

few days, her chin had

translucent. Yet, the defiant look in her eyes was the only thing that

his eyes. “Your understanding is that I didn’t help you because I don’t want to

that the

it was understandable that he didn’t offer help. She tried to convince herself not to blame him, but he became angry instead. Whitney found him

would have helped you before? just because I didn’t agree this time, you’ve decided to tum on me?” Whitney fell silent, recalling the times he had helped her. He was right,

had shared an intimate moment, and she foolishly believed

of grievance still lingered in her chest. Noel had pinpointed exactly what had

cover part of her face as she lowered

tear rolled down her

and now you’re crying. Where did that tierce spirit go? When he said that, Whitney’s throat tightened, and she couldn’t hold back the tears the after the other, they fell. She was angry with herself for letting them tall, wondering why

tears from her cheek. A lifted her face,

turned her head to avoid his gaze. Noel sighed. “Hack to your

and putty,

engagement or anything else, I can handle it myself.” She

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