Chapter 315
However, that final accusation? He found it so absurd it might as well have vanished into thin air.
The color drained from Farrell’s face as frustration twisted his features. Teeth clenched, he spat out, “Ansell, if you’re so bad at guessing, just stop already! Noelle is married to my cousin!”
Married to his cousin?
Now it was Ansell’s turn to be stunned. What the hell?
How did this situation turn so strange?
All at once, Ansell’s expression shifted from shock to horror, as if struck by a sudden bolt of truth. “Wait, it all makes sense! Your cousin is the man who had a marriage arrangement with Noelle when they were kids, right?”
Farrell barely managed to react before Ansell let out a sigh, shaking his head in disbelief. “Honestly, I can’t believe you ever thought I was after Noelle. She’s my closest friend, and I’m her most trusted work partner. Do you understand that?”
With a wry twist of his lips, Farrell responded, “So you’re saying you don’t have a thing for her?”
Ansell raised an eyebrow and replied, “That’s exactly what I’m saying.”
𝘓а𝗍es𝗍 сh𝖺p𝘁𝖾𝗋ѕ оn 𝗴𝘢𝗹𝗇𝘰𝘃еlѕ.𝖼𝘰m
Meanwhile, Monroe checked the time and addressed Noelle with his usual calm. “We’re closing in on noon. How about grabbing some lunch together?”
Noelle immediately shook her head, her voice apologetic. “Not today. I already promised to have lunch with my friends.”
Monroe glanced at Farrell and Ansell standing off to the side, then offered a polite nod. “No worries. Some other day, then.”
A few polite exchanges later, Noelle offered Monroe a wave as he departed.
As Monroe walked away, Noelle turned with a grin, eyeing Farrell and Ansell by the billboard. “Alright, what are you two scheming over there? Plotting behind my back?”
At the sound of her voice, Farrell hurried over, a sly glint in his eyes. “Noelle, about your friend…”
Farrell abruptly cut himself off.
Ansell sauntered back at an unhurried pace, hands tucked into his pockets, a glint of playfulness dancing in his gaze. “Talking about me? Don’t stop now.”
Farrell responded with a loud snort, and Ansell immediately retaliated with a louder one.
Tension sparked instantly between the two of them—like alley cats circling the same turf.
Noelle was caught off guard, completely at a loss for words. Why did they behave like schoolboys bickering over a marble?
Around midday, the trio headed to a restaurant down the street to grab a bite.
Once their plates were cleared and the check paid, they had barely exited the secluded booth when Ansell’s phone rang. The call came from his family—it was clearly not something that could be dismissed with a quick response. He motioned toward Noelle, signaling he needed to excuse himself.
She gave a casual wave, silently telling him to go ahead—they’d stay behind and wait.
After Ansell stepped away, Noelle and Farrell turned back to the private booth to sit down again.
She had only moved a few paces when she realized Farrell hadn’t budged. He stood at the threshold, staring intently down the left wing of the corridor.
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