Chapter 392 Trying to Steal My Woman, You Little Brat?

Chloe grew flustered, her face alternating between shades of red and white. “No, it’s not.”

“There can’t be anyone else but him.” Noah shook his head determinately. “You don’t have feelings for Icarus.”

Being with Icarus was an act of gratitude and appreciation, but it was not love. He would not have resorted to such despicable means to hold onto her if she truly had feelings for him.

“How did you know?”

“So I was right.” Noah concealed his emotions, burying them deep within his eyes. Taking on the role of an observer, curiosity tinged with heartache seeped into his voice. “You and Joseph were already divorced a month ago. Did he force himself on you?”

Chloe’s body tensed. “Please don’t ask. I don’t want to talk about it.”

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t interfere with your personal affairs. Some of the things I’m about to say may not be pleasant to hear, but as a friend, I don’t want you to be trapped in this situation. I must say my piece,” Noah said sincerely.

child. If it’s a boy, he’ll become the first great-grandchild of the Whitmans. It’s likely that once Harold is pleased, he’ll acknowledge her status. At that point, you’ll be completely irrelevant. It might be better to terminate the pregnancy now

deep breath. “I

an inopportune time, but

flesh and blood.

expression. Yet, his words cut deep, striking straight at

in her body and soul. It felt as if countless shards of glass had pierced deep into her flesh, causing a bloody and

child on my

on you,”

is a normal part of life. If there’s hope for the

she gracefully settled into the chair, her slender frame exuding a delicate and petite allure. Her rosy

middle of the ruggedness of a stone. She seemed to possess an inherent strength and radiated vibrancy and resilience that appeared impervious to any trials

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