It was Noah…

At that moment, Gwynn would rather talk to him than Anderson. So, she said to the latter courteously, “I believe you can tell that I’m busy, Anderson!”

He didn’t force her to stay. He wore a cold expression when he rose. “I guess I’ll get out of your way and let you reconcile with Noah, then.”

He bumped into Noah on his way out.

The latter was dressed sharply and looked downright mature and stunning. It was the look that Anderson had come to hate.

He said coldly, “What a coinc