Chapter 138

Noelle's heart sank a little at Cedric's response. "Okay, fine. If you don't want to talk about it, I won't ask again." Feeling her appetite slip away, she put down her spoon and stood up. "I should get going—don't want to get caught in traffic." Before she left, Cedric said nonchalantly, "Remember, don't go soft." Noelle glanced at his charming face, recalling how he had been messaging earlier. Her heart hardened. "I won't. Going soft on men is just cruel to oneself." With that, she grabbed her bag and stormed out. Cedric watched her leave, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. He wondered who she was referring to. He slowly took out his phone and sent Alfred a message: "Less gossip, fewer beatings." Alfred had been bombarding him with messages since the early hours of the morning. Noelle took the elevator out of the building. At the entrance, she overheard a group of elderly people chatting. "They finally caught that pervert. I heard he got a real beating." "Serves him right.