Whats She Overheard in Her Own Marriage novel Chapter 337

Chapter 337

By the third time she checked her watch, she shot up from her chair.

She wanted to storm out, but the image of Josephine’s threatening glare pinned her to the spot.

“That miserable old witch,” Noelle muttered under her breath. Resigned and severely irritated, she crossed her arms and sat back down.

Just then, a man in his early thirties, looking fairly well-maintained, strolled through the front doors.

Dressed in a black polo shirt, his hair slicked back perfectly, he walked over and introduc elf. “Ms. Lawrence, it’s been a long time. You but you definitely left a lasting impression on

might not rem

me.”

“Warre

you.”

ne man sitting across from her, completely drawing a

e was.

h her sharp instincts, she immediately pegged him as a gmatic, calculating opportunist.

let his eyes drag slowly over Noelle’s stunning curves, looking at as if she were a piece of meat he had already purchased.

The predatory appraisal made her skin crawl

“It’s been years, h more refined

Noelle

ly gotten more beautiful. Your aura is even

easy smile as he took his seat.

urn, barely acknowledging him.

en leaned back in his chair, smiling confidently.

nk we’re both pretty clear on each other’s

a straightforward guy. I don’t like playing games, and I

1. I hope you don’t mind.”

gers tightened over her knees. “Please, go ahead,” she replied

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with fake sweetness.

Warren tapped his fingers rhythmically against the table. “I know all about you. The adopted daughter of the Sanders family, running Aethelstan Biopharma at such a young age. Very impressive. I have a lot of respect for strong, independent women.”

Noelle merely turned her water glass in her hands, offering nothing but a silent smile.

At this exact moment, she wanted nothing more than to walk out. The man sitting across from her clearly had zero respect for women. He was drowning in his own superiority complex-a textbook misogynist who preferred talking down to his partners.