Alfred raised an eyebrow. "This is different. How could anyone stand by after seeing how the Liddell family treated Nelly?"
Cedric lowered his gaze. "Some things just can't be controlled."
"True," Alfred replied, giving him a meaningful look.
When had he ever seen Cedric this frustrated? The last time was probably right before their company went public, when they almost lost everything to a traitor, and the IPO was on the verge of failure.
Over the years, Alfred had grown used to seeing Cedric calm and composed. It was rare to see him so unsettled. Alfred couldn't help but feel that Noelle had become far more important to Cedric than anyone realized.
Meanwhile, Noelle was sitting on the toilet, rubbing her face. She had been so brave earlier, but now she felt the complete opposite.
It was no wonder why people always say confessions are impulsive—they can quickly make things awkward between two people. She must've been caught up in the moment to have said those things.
What now? How could she face Cedric when she walked out there? It was all so embarrassing.
Noelle stayed in the bathroom long, wishing she could just disappear. When there was a knock on the door, she finally stepped out of the stall, giving way to the newcomer.
She walked over to the sink, feeling dejected as she washed her hands. Then, a surprised voice came from beside her. "Noelle, it's actually you!"
Noelle looked up and saw Xenia. She quickly turned away, focusing on her hands.
But Xenia didn't give up. When she noticed the fox mask, she recalled where she'd seen Noelle.
She said with a hint of bitterness in her voice, "You were the one dancing in the middle of the dance floor just now, weren't you?"
She hadn't expected Noelle to be so bold.
Noelle shook the water off her hands. "None of your business!"
"You came to a bar and were dancing with other men. If Frank finds out, he'll be angry."
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