<b>Chapter </b><b>241 </b>
The moment Noreen heard his voice, her brows Instinctively drew together, a hint of physical revulsion flickering across her face.
“What are you doing here<b>?</b><b>” </b>
She was genuinely fed up. Maybe it was time to start looking for a new apartment.
Ever since their breakup, Seth had shown up here more times than in all the previous seven yearsbined.
She used to think she knew Seth pretty well. Lately, though, she realized she hadn’t understood him nearly as much as she’d thought. Take his recent, increasingly erratic behavior, for example.
Even in the dim hallway, Seth’s profile looked distant and cold. His tone was t, almost indifferent. “Evelyn asked me to drop off some king crab for you.” <fn28a7> ???s ??????? ?s ?????? ?? f?i?n?d?n?o?v?e?l?</fn28a7>
Noreen finally noticed the box in his hand.
Seth added, “Evelyn messaged you.”
Noreen pulled out her phone and checked. The message hade in that afternoon, but she’d been too busy at work to notice.
Evelyn had sent her a WhatsApp: the king crab had just been flown in, super fresh, and since she knew Noreen loved it, she’d set aside a couple. Evelyn had said she’d bring them herself, though–how did Seth end up delivering them?
Well, since it was a gift from Evelyn, Noreen epted it without protest.
She took the box and turned to leave, not even bothering with a thank you.
Seth let out a dryugh. “So I’m the delivery guy now?<i>” </i>
“Not with that attitude, you’re not.”
Noreen pressed the elevator button, refusing to give him another nce. All she wanted was to get
home.
They waited in silence. Neither bothered to speak. What was there to say, really?
But Seth didn’t look like he was nning to leave. As the elevator doors slid open, he suddenly asked, “Are you going to pick Dn?”
Noreen hesitated, shooting him a sharp, puzzled look.
He was half–hidden in the shadows, eyes narrowed, his gaze dark and unreadable.
“Are you drunk again?” Noreen’s voice was even more cutting than before.
Seth ignored her, pressing on. “You know the Wilders would never ept someone like you as their daughter–inw. You should think clearly.”
“Someone like me?” Noreen’s tone was ice. “Go on, tell me what kind of person am I?”
The elevator doors opened, but she made no move to step inside. She just stared at Seth, eyes cold
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and unforgiving.
He looked straight at her, voice low and bitter. “You know exactly what I mean.”
Noreen let out a short, incredulousugh–her voice sharper than usual. “You mean because I dated you, I’m somehow ‘tainted‘ now?”
Seth frowned, as if searching for words, but Noreen didn’t give him the chance.
“If a girl is supposedly ‘pure‘ before she sleeps with someone, and ‘dirty‘ afterward, then maybe you should ask yourself what’s really dirty here.”
Nothing more to say. Not even a single wasted word.
Noreen refused to spend another second on this man.
She stepped into the elevator, pulling out her phone to text Evelyn: “Evelyn, I got the king crab–thank you for thinking of me.”
Evelyn must have been on her phone; she replied instantly: “You just got it? Seth must’ve been waiting there forever! Is he okay? Still as grumpy as ever?”
Noreen was about to reply when a loud crash echoed from the hallway.
Almost at the same time, another message from Evelyn popped up: “Seth has a high fever–you know how stubborn he is, hates seeing doctors, won’t listen to anyone…”
When Seth came to, he was lying in a hospital bed.
A nurse was threading an IV into his arm, speaking to Noreen with the practiced tone reserved for anxious rtives. “He’s had a fever reducer already. Keep an eye on his temperature for a bit. This drip is an antibiotic–it needs to go slowly, or he’ll feel sick.”
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