When Love Is a Lie (Whitney and Damian) novel Chapter 64

Noel looked at her pale cheeks which were now flushed with embarrassment. Her lashes fluttered delicately. The subtle sweetness of her unique scent filled the space between them, stirring something deep within him. He forced himself to hold back.

"Didn't you say I called Damian over to take care of you?"

"It wasn't you," Whitney said, her expression resolute.

"If not me, then who? Do you think Damian just showed up out of nowhere?" Noel smiled scornfully.

Whitney didn't shy away and turned to meet his gaze directly. Her eyes were bright and unwavering.

"You would've called him immediately if you didn't want to handle everything yourself. He just showed up later, didn't he?"

When she woke up that morning, she remembered the medicine on her nightstand. It was arranged in perfect order of use, something Damian had never done for her. He didn't know the different effects of each medicine and always needed her to label them with sticky notes.

But when Damian said Noel had notified him, she accepted it without a second thought.

Noel watched her for some time before putting away his playful expression. It was replaced with his usual cold self.

"I thought you had something important to say. Is that all? What a waste of time."

"I'm sorry I misunderstood you," Whitney apologized.

Noel laughed drily. "I'm used to it."

Whitney shifted awkwardly, unsure of what to say. She understood what he meant—she was always expecting the worst from him and jumping to the wrong conclusions.

Noel slammed his door, pulling Whitney from her thoughts.

She looked up, realizing Noel had already gone inside. Staring at his closed door, she whispered, "I won't make that mistake again."

…

The next morning, Whitney walked into the parking garage to find Damian's black Rolls-Royce already waiting. He was standing by the car with his hands in his pockets, and when he saw her, he flashed a smile.

"I'm picking you up for work."

"I have a car," Whitney said and headed toward her car.

Whitney felt a wave of discomfort and lowered her gaze, but she could still feel Noel's scrutinizing look.

After a few moments of silence, Noel answered coldly, "Of course."

Damian grinned. "Exactly." Then, he turned to Whitney, saying, "There's no need to feel awkward. Even Noel doesn't think it's inappropriate. Get in. We should leave before the traffic picks up."

Before she could protest, Damian had already opened the passenger door. She glanced back at Noel, who was now looking down at his phone. For some reason, she felt reluctant to leave.

During the drive, Damian chatted with her, but she found herself distracted. Her mind drifted back to the memory of Noel leaning in close. She could still feel his warm breath lingering as if it hadn't left her skin.

"What are you thinking about?" Damian's sudden question snapped her back to reality.

Damian smiled brightly at her.

"Nothing," she replied, glancing out the window. They had already arrived at Howard Group.

She was about to get out of the car when Damian sneered coldly, "Are you thinking about him?"