Gwynn turned her head to the side.

Gripping his arm, she pried it off. Her voice was especially gentle against the dark of night. “You’re wrong. I don’t love you, Noah! You’re reading too much into things!”

Noah wasn’t mad at her answer.

He was a mature man, and he knew how women meant ‘yes’ when they said ‘no.’ He shamelessly fondled her breasts for a while before he said in the most affectionate tone, “I’m going to take care of that hassle. I’ll see you in the morning.”

She didn’t respond to him.

It must’ve been a pretty urgent matter because Noah left immediately after he took his coat.

His chauffeur was already waiting for him when he went downstairs.

There was a black Cadillac next to his black Maybach.

It was almost after midnight. Anderson was sitting in the black Cadillac, smoking quietly. The light-colored smoke was scattered into the wind, casting a hazy look on his face.

He was no longer as refined and serene as he was before.

All in all, he just looked compl