"Then do you have to know my business with my lover?" He sneered at Noah. His fierce face seemed to be flushed with sharp, flashing eyes. Helda shook her head again with trembling lips, trying to get the words out. "Mr. ...." He made his voice low and hoarse. "I... that man is not my lover." Her to
Helda bit her lower lip while squeezing the fabric of Noah's underwear. He seemed to be having trouble explaining what he was experiencing, and even his face now looked confused. "I... don't remember." Helda's tone was so low it was barely audible. "But what I remember... That man gave me medicine.
Seeing the wound on her arm, which was bleeding from the small knife Brasco had pointed at Noah, made Helda scream hysterically with increasing fear. If it hadn't been for Noah protecting her, she might have been the one to get hurt by the knife. Noah turned around, stroking both shoulders of the s
Noah was now beginning to understand everything, the reason why that man had targeted Helda. They had already been treated. Jairo had also reported to the police about this incident so that Bruno and his three men could be immediately put in jail. Several witnesses, such as the street cleaner and ot
Helda looked at Noah seriously. "I'm sorry, but this isn't something that just anyone can handle." Her tone was soft with regret. "I know that you're a good person for helping me. It's just ...." Helda bit her lower lip. "If I take the wrong action, then what I have is even worse. Maybe everything w
"Noah," said Noah. "Just call me Noah." He considered the severe conversation between them to be over. Now, he was positioning himself in a more friendly manner. Helda nodded her head with a smile. "Thank you, Noah." She reached for her glass of tea again. The two of them chatted casually, talking
Noah squeezed his fingers. He couldn't let this happen in front of his eyes. "Stop the car." The car immediately stopped. Noah opened the car door, got out and rushed over to them, ignoring Jairo's call from inside the car. "Where are you going, Master?" Noah approached the old woman and the young
Noah handed the black bag in his hand to Margareth. "This is your bag, ma'am." Margareth grabbed the black bag with a happy look on her face. She hugged and rubbed the bag. "Thank you for helping me, young man. This bag is precious because it contains my husband's ashes. I want to place them on the