Chapter 920
It was a video of him showing off his abs perfectly synced to the beat of the
background music.
Absolutely scorching.
If those were real, the guy’s physique was utterly god-tier!
Just to be polite, Claire left a little comment.
[I’m not divorced yet, please don’t do this to me.]
After commenting, she swiped away to watch other videos. When she remembered
to check back on it a little later, she realized the creator had completely deleted the video.
Seriously, how petty could you get?
She hadn’t even had the chance to analyze it properly!
Noreen didn’t drink much that night. Mr. Naylor had made a point to announce early on that it was a casual evening and everyone should only drink at their own pace.
A few of his regular drinking buddies were utterly baffled by this sudden shift, playfully teasing him, asking if his wife had finally put him on a strict leash.
Mr. Naylor waved them off with a laugh. “Of course not. A friend specifically asked me to keep the drinking to a minimum tonight to look out for the ladies.”
Noreen was the only woman in the room.
Instantly, all eyes turned to her in curiosity.
Normally, Noreen could handle these situations flawlessly, without batting an eye.
But this time, her cheeks inexplicably burned. She quickly picked up her glass and stated gracefully, “I appreciate the gentlemen looking out for me. I’ll take a small sip, just to show my gratitude.”
By the time the dinner ended, Claire had finally let her guard down entirely. She yawned wildly from the passenger seat of the car and declared, “Looks like he finally gave up!”
“Men truly only ever have a three-minute attention span!”
Sipping on her perfectly warm lemon water, Noreen shot Claire a wildly guilty sideways glance.
Three-minute attention span, huh?
Oblivious to the truth, Claire was still smugly celebrating her flawless victory as a bodyguard.
Little did she know, her supposedly impenetrable fortress had been deeply infiltrated by the ‘enemy’ days ago.
…
December 10th marked the Rivercrest University Centennial Gala.
As an honorary professor and distinguished alumna of Rivercrest University, Noreen was naturally invited to attend the ceremony.
By the time she arrived, Dylan Wilder was already seated.
Right next to her.
They hadn’t seen each other since that painfully awkward encounter at the airport.
As far as Noreen was concerned, the past was entirely in the past.
So, when she saw Dylan, she calmly and politely greeted him.
Dylan, on the other hand, looked visibly stiff and uncomfortable.
However, the awkward atmosphere didn’t last long. The university principal soon approached, bringing Seth Harcourt along with him.
Noreen hadn’t expected Seth to be there.
They hadn’t actually seen each other in half a month, which was a surprisingly long time when she really thought about it.
But the second she saw him, her mind was violently yanked back to that night-to that intense, Durian-scented kiss.
The tips of her ears inexplicably flared with scorching heat.
She immediately averted her gaze, refusing to look at him.
Unfortunately, the newly appointed principal was entirely clueless about their complicated history and eagerly insisted on introducing. them. Ms. Gilmore, this is Mr. Harcourt. You’re both incredibly distinguished alumni of our university, just from different graduating classes.”
Seth played the part flawlessly,
extending a hand toward her. “I’ve e Os Ms. Get
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a pleasure to officially meet
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Out of basic professional courtesy, Noreen had no choice but to reach out and
shake his hand. “Hello, Mr. Harcourt.”
She fully intended to touch his palm for half a second and immediately pull away.
But the man suddenly tightened his grip.
Unable to pull her hand free, a spike of panic hit her, and she shot him a sharp glare.
Their eyesdocked. A faint, knowing. smirk
99ed at the corners of his
lips before he finally released her “Please, have a seat, Ms. Gilmore.”
Noreen aggressively looked away, intentionally ignoring his presence.
As the event progressed, more people arrived.
Whenever she bumped into acquaintances, she had to stop and exchange pleasantries.
Every single time she stopped to chat, she could feel a heavy, burning gaze glued to
her.
She knew exactly who that gaze belonged to.
So, she stubbornly ignored it.
She practically turned herself into a walking signal jammer.
But the more she ignored him, the more brazenly Seth stared.
Out of every sixty seconds, he spent at least fifty of them staring directly at her.
Openly. Boldly. Without a single ounce of shame.