When Love Is a Lie (Whitney and Damian) novel Chapter 63

Whitney hesitated, her steps faltering as she noticed Noel heading toward the elevator. He glanced her way briefly before continuing as if he hadn't noticed her at all. She could still hear his words from the night before—accusing her of lying.

Whitney ignored him and walked to the elevator, keeping a distance from Noel.

When the elevator arrived, Whitney thought of taking the next one but quickly dismissed the idea.

So, as Noel stepped in, she followed and faced the doors.

The elevator was small, the mirrored walls reflecting them both. Whitney focused on the changing floor numbers, refusing to let her gaze wander even slightly in his direction.

They both stepped out when the elevator arrived on the 16th floor, each heading in the same direction but treating each other like strangers. But just before reaching her door, Whitney stopped and turned back.

"I need to ask you something."

Noel paused, his finger hovering over his keypad. He waited silently.

Whitney hesitated, feeling a flush creep up her cheeks. "That night when I was sick, did you… Did you help me get undressed?”

Her words came out as a barely audible whisper.

Noel turned and looked at her with an eyebrow raised. "What?"

Annoyed, she repeated, "Did you help me get undressed?"

That half-buried memory had been nagging at her ever since it surfaced. The details of that night were hazy, but she remembered clearly that Noel had taken her home.

Whitney waited for his reply but none came. She looked up and met with his dark gaze.

"What do you think?" he replied smoothly. Noel leaned against the wall with a small smile. He was more playful than his usual stern self.

"So, it was you! Why would you do that? You took advantage of me!" Whitney raised her voice.

The apartment only had two units on one floor, so Whitney wasn't worried about being loud.