When Love Is a Lie

Chapter 257 Mrs. Howard, We’re Really Married!

Without turning, Whitney know who it was. She turned quickly and gently pushed Noel, “You’re going to hurt the baby.

“I’m not doing anything. I just want to hold you,” His deep, magnetic voice filled the darkness around her.

Trapped in Noel’s wann embrace, Whitney stopped trying to push him away. She shifted to a more comfortable position, sugeling into his arms.

But soon, she sensed something was wrong. At some point, Noel’s hand slipped under her nightgown, banhing her skin lightly.

“You said you wouldn’t do anything,“Whitney said, pressing his hand away:

I’m not doing anything. I just want to loss you

Whitney was about to say something, but before she could, his lips met hers. The kiss was tender, soft, and utterly overwhelming.

He was wearing a shirt, but she could feel the warmth of his chest through the thin fabric.

Whitney found it hand to resist. It this contimed, she feared they might end up doing something they’d both regret.

Just as she was about to pull away, Noel immediately released her, hisalarkeyes revealing a hint of restrained desine,

I’ll want you to make it

to what?” she asked, confused.

something in her ear. Whitney’s face immediately flushed with embarrassment. Fortunately, the lights were off, or she would have buried her face in

some sleep.” she

teasing her. “Tomorrow, we’re going to

was in the hospital, Westley had tried visiting her several times, but Noel’s bodyguards had stopped him at the door. He couldn’t stand anyone who hurt

“Why are we going

birth certification and get married.”

had

went back to the Spencer

certificate and noticed Noel standing by her side, he immediately realized

two

Oh, I’m so happy!” Westley exclaimed as he hurried

took a step back, her expression cold. “My life is none of your business. As for the

I not be there for your wedding? What will others think?” Westley

instant Noel’s cold gaze met his, he slowly

coldly, her gaze locked on him. “The only thing I regret now is that we’re still

at Noel. They tumed to leave together, leaving Westley slumped on the couch, lost in

Whitney stared at the age cetificate in her hand,