When Love Is a Lie

Chapter 234 When You’ll Get Bored of Me

“You slept quite soundly,” he commented. “I was up all night. I’m tired, too.”

Hearing This, Whitney immediately felt the edge of the bed sink dightly.

Not being able to hold it in any longer, Whitney shot right.op

Noel was dressed in light–colored loungewear, his hands resting on the edge of the bed. It is strikingly handsome face was right in front of her

She clutched the blanket, her face Flushed. “Y–Younicked me.

He said he was fired, and she thought he was going to lie down next to dirt.

“Tricked you about what? I really was up all night, “herplied ashe straightened up, one side of his mouthcurving into a faint, ambiguous smile.

“What do you tran?” Whitney felt uneasy, sensing that there was something off about his expression

Her mormory only extended to last night when she had asked the server to bing two more bottles of beer. After a few more drinks, she couldn’t remember anything.

How did she end up at Noel’s place? And wasn’t he supposed to have taken Lillan home? When did her come back forher

Moreover, judging by Noel’s tone, it seemed she had done something to him.

“Exactly what it sounds like. You were quite a handful. You’re lucky I have decent stamina.“

Whitner was stormed as her mind went blank.

a loose white

the blanket aside and looked

original turtleneck sweater was nowhere to

in

do you

she had still clung to

who told you

up, Noel found

on the street to see who’d take care of you. You not only threw

heard that, fragments of last night’s memory began to piece themselves together in her

beer. Why is your place so cheap I see not a

Twinkde twindle little star. How I wonder what you

she demanded beer, but she had

out to sing, and then being dragged back and carried to the living room came flooding back.

both herself and

at her embarrassed expression and how it seemed as it she wanted to disappear into the

remained silent, digging her nails into

you continue doing that,” he said as he pried her fingers

of me is better than doing it on the street. I washed your clothes last night, so you’ll have to make do with the

of his finger rubbed over the nail marks she had just made, carrying a strange kind of

abruptly, lowering her gaze. “Thank you.”

seconds. “Breakfast is ready. Come

and got

tops of her thighs, leaving her long, fair legs

at her, t dam’s apple moving

the coolness on her legs and realized she was begged. Startled, she quickly tried to