Noah's eyes narrowed at the young man watching him—dangerously calm, as though he'd just laid hands on something he shouldn't get that close.
Noah's lips curled into a knowing smirk.
Selina didn't let the embrace last for the next second as she pulled back, and stared at him in shock.
"How did you get here?" She asked, knowing she hadn't even shared her location with him. They weren't that close.
Just a waitress and a customer relationship in the pub; she was fired days ago.
Selina followed Noah's stare and saw Zane. She hadn't expected him to follow her outside. She couldn't believe such an aloof, indifferent man could be this idle and poke nosing into her moment like a stalker.
As their eyes met for a while, she remained composed, looking away from him.
Selina shot Noah a death glare. "Can we leave? I can't be late."
"Okay, my love. Hop in," Noah said with a playful smile, grasping the car's door knob and opening it like a gentleman.
