NovelEnglishChapter 56 What's Wrong With Mr. Howard
Whitney handed the contract to Damian, who passed it straight to buy. Then, he said, “I have an important
dinner tonight. | want you to cwith toe.
Whimney rarely attended any of Damian’s events before and was even less inclined now. She put on a straight
face and said, “I'm still not feeling well, so | won't be able to make it.”
Damian simply smiled. “In that case, helppick out a tie.” He stepped closer and leaned in, murmuring. “It's
been a while since you last chosen for me.”
The warmth of his breath near her eat made her instinctively step back. “I'm not great at picking ues. Why don’t
you have Mr. Lawson help? she replied curtly
hilly immediately shook his head. “Oh no, Ms. Spencer. | wouldn't know the first thing about picking out ties. The
ones you choose always suit Mr. Howard best.”
Whitney refused to move while Damian watched her quietly. She could sense the curious glances and hear the
whispers of the store staff. It would be better for her if she picked one and quickly let
“Alright,” she said, giving in. “What smit will you be wearing, and where's the event?
The one that arrived last month, the one you said suited me. The event's at a gallery,” Damian replied sultrily.
Whitney ignored him, tammed to the display cases, and scanned the rows of ties. She quickly selected a black
tie with a platinum clap and handed it to him
“It’s formal enough for the event but suits the gallery setting”
Damian didn’t take it. Instead, he smiled with amusement. “And you said you weren't good ar picking the leaned
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtcloser again. “Helpput it on.”
His expression, tone, and every action seemed designed to suggest something more. Whitney frowned. “You
askedto pick, and I did. If you want to try it on, you can do it yourself or ask.
- he said
Damian raised an eyebrow, lowering his voice, “I asked you to choose because you always find the perfect one.
Putting it on is part of that. Unless you'd prefer to have an audience?”
Whitney noticed the store staff watching them with quiet interest.
Without another word, she raised her hands and fastened the tie around Damian's collar, his warm breath
brushing against her cheek. She turned her head slightly, and through the glass,
caught a familiar figure outside.
Across the hall, Noel was leading a group. He was dressed in a crisp dark, and his jawline appeared tense,
Occasionally, he would glance at the blueprints held by one of his colleagues. Noticing her pause, Damian looked
down. “Something wrong?”
Whitney quickly looked away. “No, nothing
Meanwhile, as Noel listened to his team’s updates, he sensed someone looking his way
He turned to see Whimney through the store window, standing close to Damian. She was adjusting his tie as he
watched her intently.
“Mr Howard?” one of his team members called snapping him back
Noel's expression hardened. “That's all for now. There are too many issues in these blueprints. Redesigning is
even more complex than a new build. Tell the contractors that they're off the project if they can’t properly review
their work before sending it.”
It wasn’t a reptimand, but his tone was sharp enough that his team exchanged wary glances. Something was off
with Noel, He'd been fine a moment ago.
Just as she got off work, Whitney erived a call from Wette excitedly announcing that she had landed a major
client and wanted to celebrate.
As soon as Whitney stepped out of Howard Group, she spotted Yvette leaning against a bright red sports car,
twirling her keys around her linger.
‘ even wited Helena Tonight, we're not going home!”
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after half an hour at the bar just then,
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