Chapter 1062

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Noreen found an excuse and slipped out the back.

She took the fire escape stairs down a level, then caught the elevator to the ground floor.

Seth had already gotten out of his car and was waiting for her.

Seeing her in only her evening gown, he immediately took off his coat and draped it over her shoulders. “Why did you run out here? It’s freezing.”

“Didn’t you say you weren’t cold?” Noreen countered, throwing his own words back at him.

“I was wearing a coat.”

“Isn’t your coat on me right now?”

Seth couldn’t win an argument with her. “Don’t you need to entertain your guests?”

“Claire is covering for me.” She carefully pulled out the slice of cake she had brought. “I came to bring you some cake.”

Seeing the cake, Seth raised an eyebrow slightly in the dark.

The gloom that had hung over him all night vanished in an instant.

“Try it,” Noreen urged, offering the cake to him.

But she had been in such a rush to find him that she forgot to grab a fork.

Seth arched an eyebrow, his gaze shifting from the cake to the spot of frosting on her fingertip. He dragged out his words deliberately. “My hands are a bit stiff from the cold. Since Miss Gilmore brought it all this way, why not go the extra mile and feed me?”

“Seth, how old are you?” Noreen shot him an exasperated glare, muttering about how childish and demanding he was, but she naturally leaned in closer anyway.

She scooped up a bit of frosting and a bright red strawberry with her index finger, carefully bringing it to his lips.

Seth lowered his head slightly, taking the bite of cake from her finger. His warm breath brushed against her skin, sending a subtle tingle through her hand.

He chewed slowly, his predatory gaze locked onto her face, his eyes as dark and deep as an endless night.

“How is it?”

Noreen withdrew her hand, feeling slightly self-conscious, but she tried to act indifferent.

“It’s alright.”

Seth swallowed the sweet treat, his tongue briefly flicking over a trace of frosting at the corner of his mouth. He looked at her with a faint, teasing smile. “Not as good as the ones you used to make.”

Noreen froze, her heart skipping a beat.

How many years ago was that?

And he actually remembered.

She couldn’t even recall exactly how her own cakes tasted.

Yet Seth could recall the flavor with crystal clarity.

She stared at him, slightly dazed. “You still remember how it tasted?”

Seth reached out and pulled her a bit close his voice deep and gentle

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Noreen felt like he was messing with her. “You really just say whatever sounds good nowadays, don’t you?”

“You don’t believe me?” Seth arched a brow with interest. “Should I prove it to you?”

“How are you going to prove it?” Noreen couldn’t help but ask.

“I can bake a cake that tastes exactly like yours,” Seth declared confidently.

Noreen remained skeptical. “Are you serious?”

“How about I make one for you later?”

Noreen hesitated.

Rosalind had returned, and Claire was around too.

It definitely wasn’t convenient for him to go to her place.

Seth noticed her hesitation. His

Sunconsciously traced heret

waist as he leaned in and whispered, can go to my place

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Noreen glanced around guiltily, terrified someone might see them.

But her cheeks flushed with undeniable heat.

“Who said I’m going to your place?”

She shoved the cake into his hands. “Eat it yourself. I need to get back.”

“You’re really not coming?” A seductive smile played on Seth’s lips.