Chapter 155 You Decide to Turn on Me

Whinner was deep in thought when her peripheral visioenght sight of the shine of blackleather shoes. She looked up to find Noel standing at the side of her bed. "Even though this is the Howard residence, this is still my room shouldn't you have knocked before entering?" Whitney's tone was cold, her eyes ier. Nork pulled out his phone as he spoke. "Don't you want to see the progress on the project you designed?"

Since she had taken leave for the wedding and thenbeen hospitalized, Whitney hadn't given mich thought to the construction progress of the provincial hospital.

He opened the photo gallery and handed her the phone. The hospital's exterior was taking shape, and it already looked like what she had envisioned. This was the first time she saw a building she had designed slowly coming to life. Whitney scrolled through the photos, a sense of achievement bubbling up inside her.

"It won't be long before you'll see it in person," Noel said.

She handed the phone back to him. The interruption had lessened the weight of her earlier frustration.

"Thank you, Noel. I've seen enough, you can leave now." Her voice was calm and emotionless, and she didn't even look up at him.

Noel didn't leave. Instead, he took a seat on the couch near her bed, his long legs crossed, radiating an air of aloofness and elegance. "You think calling me "Noel" will make us have no connection at all?"

Seeing that he wasn't leaving but instead sitting down, Whitney straightened up in her bed. "It's you who doesn't want anything to do with me. I understand that, but now you're blaming me?"

Perhaps due to the anxiety of the past few days, her chin had become sharper, and !

Ther naturally bare face looked more fragile and translucent. Yet, the defiant look in her eyes was the only thing that revealed her stubbornness

"You understand?" Noel laughed bitterly, anger flashing in his eyes. "Your understanding is that I didn't help you because I don't want to be involved that I'm just a bystander"

"Don't that the truth?"

His status was special, so it was understandable that he didn't offer help. She tried to convince herself not to blame him, but he became angry instead. Whitney found him somewhat unreasonable.

Noel laughed in frustration. "If I were just a bystander, why would have helped you before? just because I didn't agree this time, you've decided to tum on me?" Whitney fell silent, recalling the times he had helped her. He was right,

She had been disappointed and upset just because he didn't help this one time. Because they had shared an intimate moment, and she foolishly believed that meant he should help her unconditionally.

Her thoughts became clearer, but the feeling of grievance still lingered in her chest. Noel had pinpointed exactly what had been bothering her.

Her fingers curled into fists, her long, dark hair cascading over her shoulders, falling to cover part of her face as she lowered her head Noel's heart tightened, realizing his words might have gone too far.

A tear rolled down her cheek.

Without a second thought, he stood and walked over to her. His voice softened, "I only said a few words, and now you're crying. Where did that tierce spirit go? When he said that, Whitney's throat tightened, and she couldn't hold back the tears the after the other, they fell. She was angry with herself for letting them tall, wondering why she was crying in front of hin,

Noel's warm fingers gently wiped away the tears from her cheek. A lifted her face, her eyes w

Whitney turned her head to avoid his gaze. Noel sighed. "Hack to your stubborn self again."

were red and putty, like a bunny's.

"I don't need your help. Whether it's calling off the engagement or anything else, I can handle it myself." She was growing more stubbom by the second.

Noel stared at her for a mom and asked, "What exactly are you going to do? Break the other leg? de sap your other hand? You don't want to chase your dreams?" "I'll find a way, one that will make him agree to call of the engagement." Whitney's voice was fim, as it she was set on it.

Sering the determination in her eyes, Noel soddenly felt an ominous premonition. His brow furrowed, "Do you know something about what he's done?"

Whatury didn't seem concerned. "It's my own business. I don't need your help, and I'd appreciate it if you stayed out of it."

Suddenly, Noel grabbed her chin, his obsidian eyes burning with intensity is voiced cold and coming. "You are not to do anything. Do you understand?noveldrama

Whitney had never seen his angry before. A moment of fear flashed through her, but she quickly gathered her courage to meet his gaze, saying nothing, but Noel's frustration gr. "Answerme! Do you understand?"

Whitney's resolve cracked under lds piercing gaze. She quickly turned away from his intense stare, finally responding in a low volce, "I understand." Itis gaze lingered on her trembling lips for a moment before he klased her.