His brows furrowed into a disappointed frown. He had offered the ride willingly, so she shouldn’t have felt the need to return the favor.
Unfortunately, he didn’t know how to communicate his sentiments to Noelle.
Cyrus was aware of the whole Delavan debacle, and he felt terribly sorry for Noelle. Such a kind and diligent girl deserved to be with someone better than that scum.
“You may cook for me, if you want to. I’ll probably be done with work at around seven in the evening.”
“ALL right. I’ll see you tonight then, Mr. Simmons.” With that, Noelle bowed to him yet again.
Cyrus pressed his lips together and silently rolled his window closed.
Malcolm, who was sitting in the passenger seat, glanced at his boss through the rearview mirror.
“Excuse me, sir, but you still have pending missions for the embassy.
I’m not sure that you would be able to come back by seven tonight.”
Cyrus paused. He had forgotten all about that.
“Then inform the embassy that I have something else to deal with tonight. They can either push the timeframe forward or change the date altogether.”
Malcolm blinked. Why didn’t Cyrus just call Noelle back and tell her that he wouldn’t be able to eat at home tonight?
He peeked outside the car at the woman in question. Noelle was still standing by the roadside, likely waiting for her agent to arrive.
Malcolm couldn’t help but chuckle under his breath.
“You seem to treat Miss Moran especially well.”
“She’s a good friend of Lucinda’s,” Cyrus replied wryly.
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“She was a big help to my sister back in the orphanage. Naturally, I should take good care for her in return for her kindness.”
“Of course.” Malcolm nodded emphatically.
Noelle’s agent arrived shortly after Cyrus’ car left. Noelle quickly got into the van and failed to notice a figure flashing by and ducking in the curve of the road.
In the Payne Group.
Sonny knocked on the door of the CEO’s office with a bunch of documents in his hands.
He stepped into the room to find Nathan brooding at his desk, staring intently at his right hand.
“What are you looking at, Boss?”
Nathan didn’t even bother hiding his problem from Sonny.