When Love Is a Lie (Whitney and Damian) novel Chapter 82

"What's wrong?" Helena's voice came on the other end of the line.

Whitney whispered, keeping her voice low in case someone outside her room might overhear, "My dad's locked me in. Drive to my house. I'll figure out a way to sneak out."

Helena was taken aback, her tone laced with shock and disbelief as she asked, "Why would Mr. Spencer lock you up?"

"I told him I wanted to break off the engagement with Damian. He disagreed and locked me in," Whitney explained briefly.

"Alright, I understand. I'm on my way now. If you can't get out, I'll go in and talk to Mr. Spencer myself. What he's doing is illegal detention." Helena replied firmly.

After they ended the call, Whitney glanced at the time. It was 8:30 pm. She walked to the window and peered outside.

Her bedroom was on the second floor, so her only way out was to tie her bedsheets together and climb down.

But it wasn't late enough.People were still awake. If she were spotted hanging outside her window like the Spiderman, the whole plan would be ruined.

Thinking quickly, she sent Helena a message, asking her to come around 11:00 pm instead.

As the minutes dragged by, Whitney waited, feeling as if time had never moved so slowly.

Finally, the house fell quiet, and the lights in the yard went out.

Whitney swiftly tied several bedsheets together, securing one end to her bed frame and tossing the other end out the window.

Although her heart raced with fear, it was her only option.

Without hesitating further, she climbed up onto the windowsill, preparing to descend.

Suddenly, a gentle knock sounded at the door.

Whitney froze, hanging halfway out the window, heart pounding in her chest.

If she stayed silent, the person outside would notice something was wrong.

Gritting her teeth, Whitney pulled herself back inside, climbed off the windowsill, and hurried to the door.

"Whit, are you still awake?" Matthew's soft, cautious voice came from the other side.

She approached the door and replied quietly, "Yes, I'm still up."

There was a faint click at the door's lock, and after a moment, it swung open, revealing Matthew slipping inside.

"Where did you get the key?" Whitney asked, her eyes wide with surprise and confusion.

Matthew held up the key with a slight grin. "I stole it. Dad's being unreasonable. He not only locked you in but didn't even let you have dinner. Whit, they're all asleep now, so hurry and leave."

A warm wave of gratitude swept through Whitney. She knew Matthew was taking a big risk to help her.

Whitney rushed through the darkness, finally reaching the meeting point.

But as she slowed her steps, she froze, her eyes widening in surprise.

The car in front of her wasn't Helena's red Ferrari, but a black G-Wagon.

She recognized the license plate instantly. It was Noel's car.

The driver's side door opened, and a tall, imposing figure stepped out, his silhouette blurred in the dim light.

"What are you standing there for? Do you want us to get caught?" Noel's cool, deep voice cut through the silence.

Caught off guard, Whitney quickly pushed aside her questions and moved toward the car.

Noel climbed back into the driver's seat, and once she was seated in the passenger side with her seatbelt fastened, he hit the gas, speeding away from the Spencer residence.

As her initial tension eased, Whitney looked over at him, still puzzled. "How did you end up here?"

She had arranged everything with Helena, yet here Noel was.

It couldn't just be a coincidence. And it seemed like he knew she was sneaking out of her own home.

Without taking his eyes off the road, Noel responded indifferently, "I just happened to be free."