Chapter 392

Chapter 392 Trying to Steal My Woman, You Little Brat?

Chloe grew flustered, her face alternating between shades of red and white. “No, it’s not.”

“There can’t be anyone else but him.” Noah shook his head determinately. “You don’t have feelings for

Icarus.”

Being with Icarus was an act of gratitude and appreciation, but it was not love. He would not have

resorted to such despicable means to hold onto her if she truly had feelings for him.

“How did you know?”

“So I was right.” Noah concealed his emotions, burying them deep within his eyes. Taking on the role of

an observer, curiosity tinged with heartache seeped into his voice. “You and Joseph were already

divorced a month ago. Did he force himself on you?”

Chloe’s body tensed. “Please don’t ask. I don’t want to talk about it.”

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t interfere with your personal affairs. Some of the things I’m about to say may not

be pleasant to hear, but as a friend, I don’t want you to be trapped in this situation. I must say my

piece,” Noah said sincerely.

“Xavia has been taken to Joseph’s private villa. It seems he’s allowing her to give birth to his child. If it’s

a boy, he’ll become the first great-grandchild of the Whitmans. It’s likely that once Harold is pleased,

he’ll acknowledge her status. At that point, you’ll be completely irrelevant. It might be better to

terminate the pregnancy now and start anew. Your life has just begun.”

Chloe took a deep breath. “I won’t terminate the pregnancy.”

This child may have come at an inopportune time, but she could not bring herself to kill her

own flesh and blood.

A shadow of darkness flickered across Noah’s face, only to be swiftly replaced by an innocent and

benevolent expression. Yet, his words cut deep, striking straight at the heart. “But if you don’t terminate

the pregnancy, Joseph will be the father of someone else’s child.”

Chloe clenched her fists, feeling immense pain in her body and soul. It felt as if countless shards of

glass had pierced deep into her flesh, causing a bloody and agonizing ache.

“I’ll raise the child on my own,” she declared.

“It’ll be very difficult on you,” Noah said.

“It doesn’t matter. Hardship is a normal part of life. If there’s hope for the future, that’s enough.”

Noah’s eyes fixated on Chloe as she gracefully settled into the chair, her slender frame exuding a

delicate and petite allure. Her rosy lips and flawless white teeth added to her

captivating beauty, reminiscent of a flower blooming in the middle of the ruggedness of a stone. She

seemed to possess an inherent strength and radiated vibrancy and resilience that appeared impervious

to any trials that came her way.

No man would say no to a woman like her.

“You take your time.” Noah rested his chin on his hand, feigning contemplation. “If that’s your decision,

then I’ll have my first godson. It’d be an honor.”

Chloe widened her eyes and teased, “Are you sure about that?”

“We’re friends, right?”

Chloe could not deny that she had a good impression of Noah. Despite his young age, he had a

pleasant temperament and carried himself well. It was comfortable to be around him. Such a person

made a truly good friend. Subconsciously, she had dismissed the idea of a romantic relationship due to

the age gap between them. She did not believe that everyone was like Adam, indiscriminate in their

choices.

As Noah descended the stairs, he came face to face with Joseph. They caught sight of each other, with

Noah smiling gently, but his smile did not reach his eyes. Joseph, on the other hand, exuded his usual

aloofness, as if no one could enter his heart.

“Trying to steal my woman, you little brat?” Joseph raised an eyebrow disdainfully, his expression filled

with contempt.

“I’m no longer a child, Mr. Joseph. Besides, maybe it’s not that I’m too young, but rather that you’re too

old?” Noah retorted.