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.

villa. It seems he’s allowing her to give birth to his 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.

a deep breath. “I

may have come at an inopportune time, but she could not bring herself to

and blood.

benevolent expression. Yet, his words cut deep, striking straight at the heart. “But if you don’t terminate the

if countless shards of glass had pierced

on my own,” she declared.

be very difficult on you,” Noah

normal part of life. If there’s

gracefully settled into the chair, her slender frame exuding a delicate and

reminiscent of a flower blooming in the middle of the ruggedness of a stone. She seemed to possess an inherent strength

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