Chapter 234 When You'll Get Bored of Me

"You slept quite soundly," he commented. "I was up all night. I'm tired, too."

Hearing This, Whitney immediately felt the edge of the bed sink dightly.

Not being able to hold it in any longer, Whitney shot right.op

Noel was dressed in light-colored loungewear, his hands resting on the edge of the bed. It is strikingly handsome face was right in front of her She clutched the blanket, her face Flushed. "Y-Younicked me.noveldrama

He said he was fired, and she thought he was going to lie down next to dirt.

"Tricked you about what? I really was up all night, "herplied ashe straightened up, one side of his mouthcurving into a faint, ambiguous smile.

"What do you tran?" Whitney felt uneasy, sensing that there was something off about his expression

Her mormory only extended to last night when she had asked the server to bing two more bottles of beer. After a few more drinks, she couldn't remember anything.

How did she end up at Noel's place? And wasn't he supposed to have taken Lillan home? When did her come back forher

Moreover, judging by Noel's tone, it seemed she had done something to him.

"Exactly what it sounds like. You were quite a handful. You're lucky I have decent stamina."

Whitner was stormed as her mind went blank.

swearing a loose white shirt.

Suddenly, a thought struck her. She pulled the blanket aside and looked down at herself, noticing she was wearing a

Her original turtleneck sweater was nowhere to be found.

"Did you change my clothes?" Whitney asked in parle as she looked at him.

Noel glanced around "Who else do you think would have done it?"

She had expected the answer, but she had still clung to a sliver of hope for something different.

"Why did you change my clothes? And who told you to bring me to your house? Whitney snapped.

Watching her flare up, Noel found himself laughing in exasperation

"I really should we left you on the street to see who'd take care of you. You not only threw up on yourself but also all over me.

After Whitney heard that, fragments of last night's memory began to piece themselves together in her mind.

"I want beer. Why is your place so cheap I see not a single beer in sight."

Hey, I'll sing for you. Twinkde twindle little star. How I wonder what you are.."

Not only had she demanded beer, but she had also sung off-key to Noel

images of her opening the window, sticking her head out to sing, and then being dragged back and carried to the living room came flooding back. Afterward, she vomited on both herself and Noel.

"Do you remember now?" Noel asked as he stared at her embarrassed expression and how it seemed as it she wanted to disappear into the floor. Whitney remained silent, digging her nails into her palin

"You'll draw blood if you continue doing that," he said as he pried her fingers apart.

"Making a foul of yourself in front of me is better than doing it on the street. I washed your clothes last night, so you'll have to make do with the shirt for now."

The warm pad of his finger rubbed over the nail marks she had just made, carrying a strange kind of magic that made her heart tremble

Watney pulled her hand back abruptly, lowering her gaze. "Thank you."

Noel stared at liis now empty hand feradew seconds. "Breakfast is ready. Come out and eat,"

She lifted the blanket and got out of bed

The loose white shirt barely covered the tops of her thighs, leaving her long, fair legs exposed.

forl glanced at her, t dam's apple moving involuntarily.

Whitney felt the coolness on her legs and realized she was begged. Startled, she quickly tried to jump back into bed.

But before she could, Nori wrapped his amsamund her waist tightly

she gasped in surprise, finding herself pressed against a die chest.

Noel tightened lils grip around her, pulling berdose aganist.

"Breakfast can wait. Let's talie rate of more linguitani things first," he uttered, his voice carrying a restrained desire. Before Whitney could protest, her lips were sealed by bls

By the time it was over, the moming had already passed

Even though she hadn't moved much, she was so exhausted she couldn't litt a finger

Resistance had become futile, she had long given up fighting

Whitney knew that no matter how hard she resisted, she would always lose in the end. Hence, it was better for her to just let it be.

As people would say the more unattainable something was, the more one desired it. 11 Noel was only after her body, then if she stopped resisting, he would eventually grow tired and lose interest. Noel flipped her over. "What are you thinking about?"

Her flushed cheeks were damp with a light sheen of sweat. Whitney lifted her eyelids wearily.

"I'm thinking about when you'll get bored of me," she replied. Let You