Billionaire's Match (by Tangy Candy) novel Chapter 1048

"Eat?"

She didn't even have the mood to eat right now.

Besides, wasn't Noah supposed to be out there catching those Lacuna bastards who had hurt Michael? How did he still have the time to come home and cook?

Charlotte knew she shouldn't take it out on him, but at that moment, she couldn't control her emotions.

It was hard for her to accept that her friends were suffering while she herself was living in quiet warmth with the man she loved.

"I'm not very hungry. You eat," she said in a low voice. After a pause, she turned and went straight back to her room.

Noah froze for a moment, as if he wanted to say something. But before he could, the bedroom door had already closed.

Back in her room, Charlotte only felt worse. She took a shower and thought about everything, forcing herself to calm down.

Michael's incident had already happened. No matter how much she blamed herself now, it wouldn't help. It would only add pressure to everyone around her.

And none of this was Noah's fault. She didn't want him to feel guilty either.

From the moment he was born, fate had already been cruel to him—he had never had the right to choose.

But it was her who had insisted on staying with him, who had firmly said she wanted to be with him and kept him by her side. So why, when something went wrong, was she the first one unable to handle it?

Looking at her own dispirited face in the mirror, Charlotte forced the corners of her mouth upward.

Taking a deep breath, she opened the door again.

Noah was sitting alone at the dining table with his head lowered.

The table was already filled with dishes.

All of them looked like they had gone cold.

Two sets of bowls and cutlery were placed in their usual spots. But he hadn't touched a single bite.

"Noah… I wasn't in a good mood just now. I'm sorry," she said quietly, hesitating as he carried the dishes.

He smiled lightly. "You were upset—it's normal. You don't need to apologize to me. I understand. And…" He paused slightly. "This does involve me, doesn't it?"

His casual tone only made Charlotte feel more unsettled. "You don't need to blame yourself too much. None of this is your fault. I didn't mean anything else, I just—"

"Charlotte, you don't need to explain. I understand."

His voice stayed gentle.

"Of course, you won't blame me. I just… want to do what I can. At the very least, I can't be by Michael's side, I can't take care of Winnie, and I can't help Khloe and Nick right now. So at minimum, I should at least take good care of you, right?"

Noah's words were warm and steady, instantly dissolving the unease in her chest.

And then, he turned and carried the pot back to reheat the food.