Noelle was nothing more than a stranger to him, after all, and he was always on guard against strangers.
But when Noelle flashed him that innocent smile, he found himself going over and sitting at the table.
The bread was perfectly toasted, and the eggs were cooked just right.
It was a cozy and filling meal.
“You don’t have to do this, you know,” Cyrus said after some time.
“If you need to stay here for a longer period, I can arrange for a couple of servants to come and take care of your needs.”
Noelle was visibly taken aback by this. A flush crept into her cheeks.
“No, thank you. I’m the one who’s imposing, so I need to do something to feel better. You don’t have to worry. I’m good at cooking and doing housework.”
Cyrus studied her expression and got the impression that she was a sincere and independent person. He had nothing to say to that.
He usually left once he was done eating, but instead of doing that, he plopped down on the sofa and began reading the day’s paper.
Noelle, on the other hand, cleared the table and tidied up the kitchen before going out herself. As she walked past the living room, Cyrus called out to her.
“Are you on your way to Barnard? You’re having a photo shoot for their magazine cover, right?”
“Yes, how do you know that?” Noelle had a timid look on her face as she stood on the foyer, awkwardly clutching her purse.
Cyrus folded the newspaper and stood.
“I checked your schedule. Let’s go, then. I’ll give you a ride.”
“What? Oh, no, please don’t bother. I can make my way down just fine.
My agent is picking me up at the foot of the mountain.”
“I’m heading out, anyway,” Cyrus said as he buttoned his suit jacket, his voice taking on a gen
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tler tone.
“I’ll just drop you off on the way. You can change cars at the foot of the mountain.”
“I see. Well… Thank you.”
The Peace Mountain was a majestic piece of nature, with winding roads snaking down its slope. If Noelle walked, it would have taken her at least an hour to reach the main road below. Not only would it be time-consuming, but also taxing to the body.
They were silent throughout the drive. When Noelle got out of the car, she turned around and offered Cyrus yet another bow.
“Thank you for the ride, Mr. Simmons. Will you be home for dinner tonight? I’ll prepare something for you if you are. I’m sorry, I just feel like I am sinking in debt if I didn’t do something for you.”
Cyrus didn’t like the direction of her thoughts, much less her constant bowing. It gave him a sense of alienation from her, and he found it irksome.