Chapter 175 Why?
art” These was a beat of alterare before he said, “Wash your heads not this if you wont, but
A dep kanel, ale apart Wattery. It was hard nu believe Westley was
father, comdering a love for my and spation lumped core everything else. She
bode a fight to tndaria Whitney did and hear about this until after the fact,
arannard Whitney that her family had proper what they owed. She had nothing to do with it, and the Howards would not
Howard residever, but has interetion with Whitney was limited to dinner for Moto Damian’s taction, they barely looked at
After dinner that evening, Fijah told Watney, “how that your leg injury is prevering
amarbeidsuttu Mr. Carline and had him make poes a pew wedding dress.
tairs to that dress. That it pred you. You need a new wedding dress to bring you good luck
fine “toel, drogi bey the thes, will you Damian’s still any on botiness
pduerting Their cars met for just a wood before they turned away.
drop le Calome Boutique tomorrow,” tharlagreed
Cijeli petreated to las bedroom spatates not long after that, leaving lyhol and Whitrary in the living room. A few housekeeping employees were
—you re planning
villa at Craska Heights up for sale? Noel suddenly benke the
itracks and tuned to look at Boon in pozzlement. As if reading larinind, he clarified, “I’m not keeping tabs on you. I saw the for–sale thyer at
at kind of rooney. The would here to sell off the house and give Rachel the proceeds. After that,
fourt stared at her evenly “tod you get into some kind of rouble? You tell me if you need money.”
Je kunne of your comm, tiel, Whitney replied nutly as it he were a stranger. “These are personal mutters.”
“Are you in paper to set up boundaries” tinel asked
‘ve always had boumateries. Besides, even if I did into trouble, I’d ask Yvette and Helena for help
pare darkened as if a storm wear beraing in his eyes, she knew she had fourt him, but she didn’t want to have anything to do with him
ww point in
“What’s going on with you, Whitney? Why would you need my help?” Helena asked as she curiously padded into the living room. She had only just entered the
faludy, fiori paid, “I’ll leave you ladies to talk are while I in my bedroom
She left. She was pulled out of her thoughts when friena pressed, “Whitney, is everything okay? What do you need thy help for Digna petarding talis non, forttalled trariel aut said, “Trek tato possible reasons why Whitney might want to sell her house.” He added after some thought.
The seat attesten, Way dicking tea with jahindus when a komek canti
(the door. Noel mutered with a rectangular gift box in hand. “I’ve
Satury could change into the wedding dress the appard Norland took the box from him,
cordiamaropoftea Wale waiting for Whatury, Hary chatted about the recent news
wedding dansa, looking ethereal Mother of pearljard bes sewn into the bodice of the deris, which cinched
and heated with priete Wotury reminded lots of a certain seen from back in the day, and he couldn’t help asking Noel, “What do
Chapter 176 He Really Wanted Her to Marry Damian That Badly
Whitney noticed that Noel’s are was fixed on her. It was sharp and intense.
Sitting nearby, Elijah gave a faint, knowing smile when
en Noel didn’t respond immediately.
She tunowed her brows Was Noel trying to let Elijah figure something out?
Just as she was about to speak, Noel said, “The wedding dress looks great on Whitney, but the cults are too heavy, candy, don’t think having Mr. Cailin alter it would be better?”
Whitnerbreathed a quiet sigh of relief. His comment wouldmake Elijah think he was focused on the dress, not on her.
Elijah’s gaze shined to the sleeves of lier dress, After a moment, heredded. “You’re right whitney, what do you think?TM|
she lifted her arm, inspecting the cutts, Noel huid a point – they were a little holky. Say what you would about him, but his eye for detail was imprecable.
“Replacing it with some lovers of chitton might work better,” she suggestel.
Elijah respected her opinion and, after she changed out of the dress, istmetel the staff to send it back to Cedons Boutique.
came to ace that dinner was ready.
Thisch gestured to them to go ahead, “You two start. I’ll be along, shortly.”
Leaving the room, Whitney walked ahead silently, with Noel a few steps behind her. As they neared the dining room, a housekeeper carrying a steaming bowl of soup passed by. Suddenly, the Howard family’s white Persian cat darted into the hallway. The housekeeper swerved to avoid the cat, and it looked like she was
about to crash right into Whitney.
