Chapter 135 (1/2)

It was after Kyle had patiently waited for a few seconds that Noah spoke again. Her confident and domineering attitude suddenly vanished into thin air. Noah glanced at him briefly and vaguely mumbled, “You think I’m always thinking about nothing, but I’m not. My mind is occupied with relevant thoughts, too.”

“Relevant thoughts? Such as? I know you get easily scared more than I thought, but I don’t know if you’re just sensitive or…”

“If you keep talking nonsense, I will pinch your sides. Oh, no. I’m going to hit your stomach with my elbow.” Noah frowned, averting her gaze from Kyle, and turned around. In the end, she couldn’t utter a word of explanation for the days she had been avoiding him. Still, she cared about him in her own way.

Noah went to Muell, who was watching them from the bed, and turned the topic around, feigning nonchalance. “So when are you going to Noviscosha?”

“…Maybe I’ll be leaving tomorrow afternoon or the day after tomorrow morning.”

“Goodbye. Don’t get hurt.”

Perhaps what would follow was a wave of her hand or a friendly salute, but Kyle’s prediction was wrong. Noah, who was stretching Muell’s cheek, glanced up at him. “…Are you going with her?”

“What?” Kyle asked, furrowing his brows.

“Noviscosha. You’re not going alone. Are you… going with Lady Romil?”

“You mean Penelope? When did you know her last name?”

“Don’t change the subject. Are you coming with her or not?”

“Well…” Penelope Romil was one of his most trusted investigators, so he always retained his subordinates from the Tezeba branch when he went on business trips.

“Maybe this time… Miss Noah. Why, again?” Kyle answered thoughtlessly. At Noah’s glare, a sigh escaped from his lips. “I told you to tell me if you have any complaints.”

“I have no complaints,” Noah quickly interjected.

“Then, you can glare at me to your heart’s content. I won’t deal with silent demonstrations.”

Noah, furious at Kyle’s words, gave more intensity to her gaze and pursed her lips into a thin line. She pretended as if she gave no ounce of care and said, “I’m not really interested, but since I thought of it, I’ll ask.”

“Is your ideal type a woman like Lord Romil?” she repeated.

“I don’t know why you’re curious about that…”