Chapter 44 The Closed-Off Male Lead

Throw it away? This was a gown from Corlons Boutique. As far as she knew, even the cheapest gown there cost five figures. And the one she held in her hands—judging by the craftsmanship and quality—was likely custom-made, possibly even one of their signature pieces. Whitney looked up in surprise. Noel's expression remained impassive, his entire demeanor radiating cold indifference. "Anything I give away, I don't take back. If it's not to your taste, then throw it out." Not to her taste? That wasn't it at all. Whitney tried again. "I'm saying it's too expensive, not that I don't—" "It's all the same," Noel interrupted. Whitney was speechless. How could that be the same thing? Before she could respond, he asked again, "You're moving out?" She followed his gaze and noticed he was looking at something behind her. Turning, she saw her packed suitcase by the half-open door, where she had left it for convenience when she left in the morning. She hadn't expected Noel to notice it.