Never Mistake a Queen for a Lapdog novel Chapter 775

For a moment, the world seemed to fall silent.

Even the sound of the rain softened into a gentle whisper.

With a knowing glance, Jude thrust the umbrella into Seth's hand and scurried back to his own car to get out of the rain.

Seth gripped the umbrella and walked toward Noreen's car, his calm, handsome face rippling with emotion.

Noreen's hand had just touched the door handle.

"Don't get out," Seth said before she could open it.

His voice was strained, as if he hadn't spoken in a long time. "It's raining. You'll get wet."

Noreen's fingers curled into her palm. She looked up at the man who was now standing right beside her.

Dusk was settling, and a streetlight cast its glow from an angle, leaving Seth standing at the intersection of light and shadow.

One side of his face was bathed in a soft light, the other shrouded in deep darkness.

"Seth, what is all this?" Noreen finally asked.

Her voice was laced with helplessness, but mostly, with annoyance.

"This is the Joyner Mansion."

"My identity here is Castle's fiancée."

His behavior was not just an inconvenience; it was a disturbance.

It could cause problems for her, and she had to make him understand that.

"Have you eaten dinner?" Seth asked, his question completely off-topic, though his tone was gentle.

Noreen's brow furrowed. "I made myself perfectly clear at the hospital. Is there any point to this?"

Seth sighed, his voice raspy. "Then tell me, what should I do?"

He was completely out of ideas.

That one short text message had made him think he saw a glimmer of hope.

But she had refused to see him and thrown away the seafood soup he had simmered all night.

She hadn't even hesitated for a second as she drove past him.

He truly had no other cards to play.

"I told you, stop doing these meaningless things. With your credentials, you could find a better, younger, more accomplished woman. If not Miss Lowell, then Miss Wilder, or any other woman…"

As soon as Noreen's car drove away, Jude quickly got out of his own car and went to Seth.

He hadn't heard their conversation, but one look at Seth's face told him everything.

She'd probably stuck a few more knives in his heart.

Seth seemed to have lost all his strength. He couldn't even hold the umbrella steady.

Finally, his arm dropped to his side, and he let the rain drench him completely.

His heart felt gray and suffocatingly cold.

It was as if the rain was falling directly into his soul.

Jude was frantic.

Seth's cold hadn't even fully healed, and here he was, pulling another one of his self-destructive stunts.

"I told you you'd regret this! I told you to leave this morning, but no, you had to wait all day just so she could stab you in the heart a few more times?"

Such a masochist.

"I don't regret it," he murmured.