Chapter 369 The Last Negotiation (Part Two)
Chapter 369 The Last Negotiation (Part Two)
After trying to regain her composure, she calmly told him, "Noah, now that you have admitted it yourself
that you only agreed to the engagement just for the benefit of getting the Hua Group, there's no need
for you to continue treating me so well. At the end of the day, it is nothing but a business move. So,
why should you take it too seriously then? I really can't stand how you're being kind to me."
Carla sprang up from the sofa after giving him a piece of her mind. They had already failed to reach an
agreement anyway, and all she wanted to do was let Noah understand the status of their relationship.
To put it simply, they were merely partners in a deal.
She asked him to stop treating her so well due to the fear of her conscience not being able to take it.
Only then would she finally be able to put her heart at ease and not be concerned with the way he was
acting.
As she stepped out of Noah's office, Carla checked what time it was and found out that it was just
about time to get off from work.
She intended to go back to the Hua family and rest there for tonight so she could spend some time with
Andrea.
Noah didn't go back to the Hua family with her tonight.
Carla stayed up late chatting with Andrea and then headed back to her room to get some sleep.
Given that midnight had already struck, it was unusual for her to receive a text from Terence at this
time. Every time the thought of him popping up in her head, she couldn't help herself from feeling
delighted. Brimming with excitement, she read the text he sent.
It read, "Carla, are you about to go to sleep?"
Deep in thought for a moment, she opted to purposefully not send him a reply. She wanted to give him
a taste of his own medicine and know what it felt to be ignored.
With her mind made up, she pulled the quilt to cover herself and prepared to go to sleep.
A few hours ago on that very same night...
The air around the pub felt a little unusual. There was a sea of people inside trying to have a good time.
Sitting by the bar, Noah kept on downing one glass of wine after another.
He was quite a capable man by anyone's standards, so he rarely ever failed at anything, if at all. Be
that as it might, he terribly failed with Carla an awful lot of times, to the point that he finally experienced
the feeling of being defeated.
He mistakenly assumed that as long as he succeeded in getting a woman's body, he would be able to
win her affection as well.
Noah whispered under his breath, "Why is it so hard to get Carla to fall in love with me?
A deal?
That's preposterous!
Does she truly believe that this is just a deal even at this point? How could she be so certain that I'm
only trying to get something out of her?
Couldn't she feel even a measly portion of the love I have for her? I wasn't just acting. I was being RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only
sincere to her."
Noah filled the glass with wine once more and gulped it all down. From the looks of it, he seemed to
think that the spicy wine would be able to help ease the pain in his heart even if it was just temporarily.
He wondered, 'Carla, we've been spending a lot of time since we got together. Can't you realize that
those were my honest feelings?
Are you still unsure whether I'm only using you or loving you truthfully?
Or, quite possibly, have you already realized that, but it's just that you don't want to accept my feelings
for you? So, you're trying to come up with various excuses just to reject me and leave me.'
With his gaze entirely fixated on the glass that had just been filled with wine, Noah picked it up and was
just about to drink it up. However, someone grabbed his arm all of a sudden, so he turned his head to
find out who it might be.
"Noah, you shouldn't be drinking too much. It's going to be bad for your health."
The instant he heard her voice, Noah had been left a bit dumbfounded.
It happened to be the person who Carla had just mentioned earlier today.
It was none other than Julie.
"What are you doing here?" Noah asked, sounding quite irritated.
He quickly brushed her off and forced the wine down his throat up until the very last drop. It was like
that he didn't even hear anything she said to him at all.
Julie took a seat right beside him and answered, "Have you already forgotten that I live just around this
area? I had trouble getting sleep tonight, so I thought it might be better for me to come out. Believe me,
I was just as surprised as you were when I met you here."
It was only then that Noah remembered how he used to spend most of his spare time in the past in that
place. But he hadn't been able to drop by for about half a year from the moment Carla appeared in his
life.
"Is there something wrong? Why are you drinking this much? If it's alright with you, you can just think of
me as an old friend and talk to me about what's going on in your life, okay?"
Julie then asked the waiter to bring her one glass of wine as well. Like before, she moved just as gently
and graciously. And she also sounded so kind and compassionate.
Noah already had a lot to drink before she arrived, and it was indeed true that his heart was in so much
pain, so he wasn't really hostile toward her. With a straight face, he responded, "It's nothing in
particular. You know, a person is bound to hit a few bumps in the road. So, I'm simply drowning my
sorrows in alcohol."
Carefully stirring the cocktail she had ordered, Julie took a sip before mentioning, "Noah, roughly a
month ago, I happened to see that you shared a meal with Miss Carla. Are the two of you a couple?"
The house Noah had bought her happened to be located in HA City. For that reason, she had been
staying here most of the time. So, it shouldn't come as a surprise if they chanced upon each other from
time to time.
When Carla's name was brought up in the conversation, Noah's face became even more gloomy, but
his eyes looked like they were just staring into nothingness. Without humoring her with an answer, he
reached for the wine bottle and was about to fill his glass.
However, Julie stopped him in his tracks, pouring wine in the glass for him instead.