7
“Don’t hold your breath, breathe.”
Noah noticed something was wrong and separated his lips from mine for a moment.
His trailing voice was urgent and lingering, tickling my ears.
I woke up and pushed Noah away forcefully.
Absolutely, absolutely, absolutely cannot let Lucas see this.
I looked around for Lucas. I came today to warm up our relationship, not to create misunderstandings.
However, the next second, I froze in place.
Not far from me, Lucas’s eyes were covered by a voluptuous female go–go dancer, quite playfully.
The dancer kissed Lucas, but her eyes looked meaningfully at the man behind me.
My heart pounded violently, a sense of foreboding rising.
“Noah, don’t tell me she’s also…”
Noah wrapped his arm around my waist, turning my face back as his lips and tongue returned.
“Lucas loves watching Grace dance. To get her to distract Lucas, I spent $20,000.”
My chest thumped: “Why?”
He replied matter–of–factly: “To kiss the person I love.”
This answer gave me goosebumps.
Fear, shock, a chill down my spine.
In the past, Noah had also gone to any lengths to win business deals.
I asked with a trembling voice: “How much did you pay Chloe that day?”
Noah kissed my earlobe: “Also $20,000, to spend a night alone with you. It was worth it.”
I dodged him in disgust: “What about Mia?”
Noah paused, his lips curving slightly: “Oh? You finally figured it out?”
Mia was desperate, hounded by debt collectors. I gave her $300,000, and I taught her how to fake a pregnancy. And that day, I was also at the cafe…”
My whole body shook, blood rushing to my head.
From the moment Noah saw me in William’s family photo on Instagram, he had started plotting.
Completely without limits.
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Noah flashed a moment of guilt.
“Ella was approached by Zoe, she did go too far. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you, I just wanted to force you to break up with Lucas…”
My heart was about to jump out of my throat.
Countless details pieced together, revealing the true picture.
It turns out, from the beginning, it wasn’t aimed at Lucas, but at me.
Without asking for consent, regardless of consequences.
Noah, in his position of power, had made me his prey.
If I were to take this kind of “siege” as love, that would truly be stupid.
I pushed Noah again, but he seemed to have anticipated this and pinned down all the parts of me that could move.
I resisted stubbornly, not letting him use his tongue, biting until his mouth bled.
The man easily disarmed, but there were some things I had to protect.
When it was over, my mouth was full of a bloody taste.
My first reaction was to run.
Before Lucas saw, lie and say I had left early.
Very quickly, this plan was stillborn.
Because Derek’s phone was pointed at me, who knows how long he had been filming.
Noah also noticed the camera. He protectively blocked me, but it only made it impossible for me to clear my name.
Lucas could cheat a thousand times without anyone holding him accountable.
But if I had even a slight transgression, all my previous efforts would be reset to zero.
I still ran.
Noah sent me a message: “Don’t be afraid. Come with me, I’ll marry you.”
These words were like hot coals, burning my eyes red.
There was still no movement from Lucas’s side.
I had prepared for the worst.
On the third day, Lucas came upstairs with flowers and a square gift box.
It turns out, it only took one instance of male competition to make the usually busy Lucas come home on his own initiative.
