Chapter 122

As Noah leads me through the house towards the dining room, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of disappointment. I had secretly harbored hopes that he would guide me to his bedroom instead, where he would sensually undress me, and we would engage in a passionate encounter akin to those portrayed in romantic movies. We would lose ourselves in each other's embrace, passionately making love and eventually drifting off to sleep, entwined in each other's arms.

However, reality paints a different picture. We find ourselves standing before the dining room, adorned with a grand table and regal chairs. It's evident that a sumptuous meal, skillfully prepared by a professional chef, awaits us.

"Please, have a seat," Noah courteously offers, pulling out one of the chairs, elegantly embellished with gold accents, for me to occupy.

"Thank you," I respond, mustering a small smile to express my appreciation.

At that moment, a young man dressed as a waiter enters the dining room through a nearby door,