Chapter 77

Cold sweat broke out across Emmeline’s skin.

Her mind raced with dreadful scenarios of what her deadbeat husband might do if he had witnessed such an incriminating scene. Or Yuna.

She quickly forced back her shock and faced Noel with an air of indifference. “You should have entered instead of wasting time eavesdropping. If the conversation was important, we wouldn’t have exchanged it in the kitchen where anyone could overhear.”

Noel didn’t ask her directly about the nature of her relationship with that man.

He was not the type to pry or meddle unnecessarily in other people’s private affairs. “I brought the onions. Chopping them will ruin your makeup so leave it to me,” he said briskly, deftly changing the subject.

Emmeline looked at the bowl of onions in his hand apprehensively. “My eyes are sensitive to onions. I will shed tears even if I am in the farthest corner of the hall from you while you’re cutting them.”

True to her words, some traitorous