When Love Is a Lie

Chapter 107 He Sounds Like the Host of the House 1/2 ijt's just a regular dinner meeting. There no need for the to attend. Someone else is going." Noel replied nonchalantly.

Noel was the chirt designer at Seabourke Architectural Institute as well as the scion of the Howand family. His status, therefore, was somewhat sensitive. Any dimmer that required his preserve needed careful comideration.

If someone had ulterior intentions and tried to leverage his father's connections, his woods or actions might lead to unnecessary trouble.

Whitney instinctively thought about Ammy. She would probably be disappointed at the dinner.

Nodding quirth, Whitney suddenly realized something was off.

"Why are you coming or for dinner? Can't you cook for yourself?" she asked, arousing that cooking should be a piece of cake for someone who culd fix "I'm tired, "Norled th Whitney refeded, "I've been teviewing materials allalay. I'm tired too.

"Designreviews, dratting, signing off on drawings, attending meetings, site vis "Mi. Howard, are you really comparing your day to mine?" Whitney shot back.

- that's my day," Noel said casually.

Meeting Noel's silent glance, Whitney sighed. Alright, she admitted it. He definitely had a more exhausting day than she did.

"What do you want to eat?" she asked as they stepped out of the elevate Noel walked toward his door "I don't eat cilantro, lamb, or seafood. I also don't like carrots or cabbage. Keep the salt to a minimum, and no MSG. That's about leave the rest to your creativity." Whitney's eyes widened in disbelief. Sighing, she asked, "How am I supposed to be creative with all those restrictions? Clearly, Noel was even picker than Dagian when it cto lood "Too hard for you?" Noel glanced at her "No," she answered, raising an eyebrow She entered her house and opened the fridge door, pulling out sfresh beef brisket, tomatoes, potatoes, cucumber, and com. She decided to make a simple dinner-stewed beet with tomatoes and potatoes, a green salad, andsoup Before long, dinner was crady. She set the dishes on the table and went back to the kitchen to grab the cutlery. She had also intentionally left the main door open so that Noel could enter freely while she was in the kitchen When she heard someone enter, she called out without looling, "You sup laow how to tthings, showing up when I'm done. You're washing the dishes later." Hearing no response, she tumed around, only to find Damian standing in the middle of the living room in a dark wool coat He was staring at her with a gloomy expression "Surprised to see me?' he asked, a faint, mocking sinile on his lips.

Whitney stood there calmly, watching him walk toward the table and eye the dishes "Who are you waiting for? And who is this food for?" Darulan asked.

"What are you doing here?" she set the cutlery on the table. "If you have no business here, then leave Danian narrowed his eyes. "I'm your fiancé, so I can chere whenever I like. Why are you so eager forto leave? Scared of being seen by someone?" Whitney responded with an icy smile, "Flance? Do you seriously think you still deserve that title? We both know what's going on here, Damian, So drop the act. Damian's expression darked, but he quickly regained his composure. A sarcastic grin played on his lips.

"So what? Since you don't want to call off the engagement, our relationship remains unchanged. That's the undeniable truth," he said, his grin widening. "You're ting for Noel, aren't you?" Whitney clenched her tists, hertigen turning pale.

Just Ham, a knock sounded on the dour. Noel entered, wearing light beige loungewear. He said, "I got caught up with work for a bit" He hadn't noticed Damian's presence until he heard him saying, "Noel! We've been waiting for you "1 Even though he was slightly startled at first, Noel orgained his composure and calmly walked over to the dining table, inspecting the dishes.

The food looks good, but it doesn't seem to meet your tastes, Damian Care to stay for dinner?” he said, his tone making him soundlike the host of the house. Whitney felt a headache coming on Damian had already been suspicious of their relationship Why did Noel have to speak like that, only deepening Damian's suspicions? **No, Noel. I think you remembered it wrong. Whitney has always known my tastes. These are all my favorites, Damian said, sitting down at the table.

He then tumed to Whitney, histone accusatory, "You should we made Noel's favorites if you invited him to dimer." "My tastes have changed recently. These dishies are perfect for me," Noel said calmly, sitting across from Damian Whitney observed them quietly. Something told her this wasn't about dinner-it was a showdown.

Unable to tolerate the scene any longer, she turned to Danlan and said coldly. "These dishes weren't made for you. After all, I didn't expect to see you here out of the blue. If you have something to say, say it now or leave." She didn't show Damian any mercy, not even with Noel's present Chapter 167 He Sounds Like the Host of the House Damian's expression darkened. “Have you forgotten your place, Whitney?"

"I know my place, alright," she shot back, her gaze unwavering. "But we're not married yet and have my own life. Mou have no right to interfere." Just then, Damian's phone rang on the table. It was Rachel.