Colby asked Noreen, "Should we turn around?"
"No, it's fine." Noreen frowned slightly, her gaze cool.
She had tried avoiding Seth before when he sought her out, only to be cornered by him at every turn.
It was better to face him directly. If he had something to say, he could say it. If there was a problem, they would solve it.
That way, there would be no lingering entanglements.
And no room for others to speculate.
Colby parked the car on the side of the road and waited inside.
When Seth saw Noreen get out of the car, his gaze shifted to her. The dim yellow light of the streetlamp gave his silhouette an unreal quality.
Noreen glanced at her watch.
It was nine-thirty at night.
Why wasn't he at the hospital with Bianca? What was he doing here?
Was he here to plead Bianca's case?
Did he really think she was that kind?
Or was he preparing to offer her another deal she couldn't refuse in exchange for Bianca's peace of mind?
If that was the case… it wasn't entirely out of the question.
After all, she was a pragmatic businesswoman.
She used to care only about genuine affection, and she had lost everything.
Now, all she cared about was money, resources, and connections!
Anything that could benefit her!
But she would never again pursue genuine affection.
So, as Noreen approached Seth, she cut straight to the chase. "Are you here to plead for Bianca?"
Seth's eyes met hers, a faint smile on his lips. "Why would you think that?"
Noreen raised an eyebrow.
Was she wrong?
That didn't seem right.
But she had no interest in playing games with him. Her voice was tinged with coldness. "Then what are you doing here?"
Surely he wasn't here to reminisce.
Seth met her cool gaze, his tone a little heavier than usual. "That time you missed the exam—what were you sick with?"
Noreen's brows furrowed instantly.


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