Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 865

After that, they started a cold war that had now lasted a week.

Noah pulled the car into the villa’s garage. The moment the car stopped, Cynthia pushed open her door and got out.

Noah killed the engine and hurried after her.

Back in the house, Cynthia went straight to the bathroom for a shower.

While schmoozing with everyone at the Thompson estate wasn't difficult for her, trying to please everyone and be completely faultless was genuinely exhausting.

When Cynthia stepped out of the bathroom, she found Noah waiting for her by the door.

He had taken off his jacket and was dressed in a simple shirt and slacks.

“Are you still mad at me?” Noah asked, wrapping his arms around her from behind, trapping her in his embrace.

Cynthia didn’t struggle, but she didn’t respond either. The tense atmosphere returned.

“Cynthia, it’s all my fault. I shouldn’t have argued with you, shouldn’t have made you angry. Please say something. Even hitting me would be better than this.”

When she remained silent, Noah took her hand and tried to make her slap him.

Cynthia frowned and pulled her hand away.

“I knew you wouldn’t have the heart to,” Noah said, pulling her back into his arms.

Cynthia looked up and glared at him. “I’d rather not. It would hurt my hand.”

Noah leaned in to kiss her, but she raised a hand to block his lips.

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