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God, but it was absolutely heartbreaking to know she was so close to him yet so far away. But for once, she wouldn’t allow her selfishness to intrude on her plans.
She might yearn for him with every atom of her being, but she also wanted him to be safe. If she made the wrong move, then she would be putting everyone in danger.
“Just a few more weeks,” she told herself. She was doing a poor job of convincing herself, but she took it as a win when her feet slowly moved toward the exit.
Yet her addiction to Raf knew no bounds.
She might be stopping herself from going to him in person, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t staring at the surveillance feed of his room every single waking moment of the day.
Lucero had remarked that it wasn’t healthy, and as Noelle felt weaker and weaker each day, she started to realize that maybe her friend was right. Maybe, just maybe, she needed to take care of her health a little better.
Sighing, Noelle made her way back to the hacienda, intent on having a warm bath before going to sleep. She’d always been a night owl, but recently she’d been so tired, her eyes were closing at the oddest times. Yet another hint that she needed to take care of herself better.
She was close to the entrance when she noticed a few cars around. What was even more striking was the fact that some people were carrying out decorations, others food.
Noelle frowned.
As she went inside the house, she noticed more people hurrying up and down the corridor with bottles of liquor.
“Lulu, what’s going on?” Noelle asked when she spotted Lucero in the main courtyard.
“I don’t know.” Lucero frowned, glancing around with the same look of confusion. “No one would tell me anything.”
“What? What do you mean no one would tell you anything?”
“I tried asking around when I saw they were bringing so much food inside, but they ignored me.”
“That can’t be right…”
“Noelle!” a voice called out—one that she was quite familiar with.
Gritting her teeth, she turned around to come face to face with Sergio.
He was leaning against the wall, a smug expression on his face as he regarded the two of them.
“I need a word with you,” he said, motioning her towards him.
“I’m not your dog, Sergio. If you want to tell me something, you come tome,” Noelle snapped. She wasn’t in the mood to deal with him right now. Not when her temper had been boiling for days. That’s what happened when she was away from the only thing that could calm her down.
Sergio’s face screwed up in annoyance, and for a moment his mask fell as he gave her a look of pure venom.
Noelle wondered what he wanted with her. It had been weeks since they’d last seen each other, and she’d been grateful for the reprieve. Whenever she was near him she felt like retching, and as she brought her hand to her throat, she realized she might very well throw up soon.
He stayed like that for a moment, just watching them, before he released a loud curse and strode towards her.
“Send your little rat running. This is private,” he said, scrunching his nose in disgust at Lucero.
Her friend immediately looked down, not daring to meet his gaze. Her body language, too, was filled with fear as she angled herself as far away from him as possible.
Noelle knew Lucero was terrified of Sergio. The man had tried to make her his mistress when she’d been barely a child. And though she didn’t know the particularities of how Lucero had managed to escape Sergio’s clutches—she always avoided the topic—she knew that he’d left her traumatized. It wasn’t only the physical scars that she still bore from him, but also the mental ones.
“Can you go draw me a bath, Lucero?” Noelle asked her, giving her an excuse to leave.
Nodding, Lucero scurried away, leaving Noelle with Sergio in the middle of the hallway.
Already, Noelle was looking around like a hawk, taking note of all the exits in case the encounter might turn bloody.
It usually didn’t in public, but she wouldn’t take chances with Sergio. He was as brazen as he was unpredictable. If he found an opening, he took advantage of it–all as long as it didn’t damage his reputation, of course. What was more important for him than his name and his godly status?
