NovelEnglishChapter 197 A Kiss on His Check
On the balcony, Noel stand holding his phone to hiser
After only a few seconds, a warm, anased voice cthough. “Finally, Noel, I've been waiting for your call.”
Everything had becclear Damian was beband Whitney's abduction. He had orchestrated it all and was likely expecting thisrali. “We
need intalk, “Noel's voice was icy, devoid of emotion.
“Of course. But you'll calone. No tricks. If you pull anything, Tran’t guarantee her safety.” Damian sounded calm as if he already
had the
“Walt for my instructions.”
The call ended
Nael lowered the phone, glancing at hal
Two minutes later, a test cthrough with an address and
laptop. As expected, there was no signal trace of flamban’s location-he’d covered his tracks well.
upper hand
The abandoned factory's lack of windows made it impossible to tell how long, Whitney
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Samente brought food periodically, but her hands were never untied, so the meals were always simple had or plain buns, fed directly
into her mouth.
When the next meal came, another piece of stale horad was affered to her. Whitney turned her head away,
frustration boiling over
“Where's Damian?” she demanded, her voice sharp, “Does he plan to keeptied up like this forever?
The man bolding the bread didn’t respond.
She glared at the stale tood. “I'm done eating this garbage! | want water! | want a propert
The man besitated. Whitney was Damian’s woman. They didn’t dare mistreat her, nor did they have the
authority to make decisions.
“Get out” “Taker it away I'm not eating it” she yelled, her voice echoing through the empty factory
The man had no choice but to leave with the bread untouched in his hand.
Whitney watched him go, her gaze fixed in the door. This time, she noticed something: the door wasn’t locked.
They likely thought the couldn't escape with her hands and feet bound
ther strength, she shuffled across the cold, dusty floor, inching toward a pile of rusted steel rods..
One of the rods had a broken, jagged rip-sharp enough to cut through the ropes.
She aposted her position, awkwardly maneuvering her bound hands toward the sharp edge.
A misstep caused the japped edge to dig into her skin. Pain shot through her wrist as blood began to bead. But
she gritted her teeth, ignoring the sting, and repositioned the rope, determined to saw through it.
Awire from outside stopped her movements.cold.
Damian had arved.
enir surged as the realized she couldn't make it back to her original spot in time.
The soood of footsteps grew louder, accompanied by Damian’s smooth, measured tone as he spoke to someone
outside the door.
Desperate, Whattey raised her voice, shouting, “Dandan! Do you call this love? Starvingand keepingtied
up like an animal ?*
The door swing open.
Damian entried, immarate in a navy blue suit and polished shoes that contrasted sharply with the dingy
surroundings. He stepped toward her, crouching low to meet her at eye level.
“You've pattern yourself all dirty again,” he said softly, brushing the dust from her jeans.
| trust these people to take proper care of you. Tell me, what do you want to eat? I'll have it brought right away.”
Herbrant raced, but the forced herself to maintain der anger.
“I don’t want food! | went out of here! | want ti ra shower and cheeeclothes!”
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She looked an
Hair Connorded, her clothes starked within. She played the aule of a frustrated and broken woman perfectly.
Damian Lexpression softened. “Alright. I'll untie you now,” he said, his tone soothing
Her eyes aridened in sprite Wasagiering?
he stretched her armslack toward lim. “Tendo it now.”
But Damian Tranent closer, his voice a whisper filled with fadden steel. “I'll untie you. first, say it again. Tellyou stove me. Say you
only used Noel to hum
His gaze bere into her, seeking anglint of hesitation.
Whitney stared back, her mind racing. To escape, she had to conviur him.
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Taking a deep breath, she softened her voice, letting her eyes fill with sadness.
“I loved you for eight years. Feelings don’t just go away. Noel fell for me, and I used that to my advantage. Everything | did was to make
you regret what you did to
As the final word left her lips, she leaned closer, her face only inches from his
Then, gently, she pressed a kiss to his left cheek
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