Noreen didn’t answer the call.
But Healy seemed to have something urgent—he called again almost immediately.
She picked up this time. “What is it?” she asked.
Healy hesitated for a while, clearly struggling with his words, before finally blurting out, “About those fireworks… Seth set them off to cheer Bianca up.”
Noreen was silent for a moment.
Just her luck.
She barely managed a curt “Thanks” before hanging up. Opening her social feed to delete her earlier post, she noticed someone had already liked it.
She glanced at the name: it was “Frost.”
As long as it wasn’t someone from Seth’s circle, it was fine. Noreen promptly deleted the post.
A moment later, another message from Healy popped up, asking what time she’d be flying back to Rivercrest City the next day.
Assuming it was work-related, Noreen told him her flight details.
She didn’t expect Healy to be waiting at the airport for her the next day.
“Is there something urgent?” she asked, a little confused.
“No, not really.”
Healy couldn’t come up with an excuse, so he just admitted, “Honestly, I just came to pick you up.”
Noreen was at a loss for words.
But Healy was only being thoughtful—she couldn’t just turn him down outright. Besides, their families were working together; it would be rude to refuse. So she went along with it and got into Healy’s car.
As soon as Healy’s car pulled away from the curb, Bianca, in the parking lot, noticed.
She paused mid-step as she was getting into her own car, her expression turning a shade colder.
Seth noticed. “What’s wrong?” he asked.
“Nothing,” Bianca replied, quickly looking away as if nothing had happened. She climbed into the car as Seth started the engine, but as they drove off, she discreetly texted Yvonne.
She asked if Yvonne had seen Mrs. Naylor lately and if she’d mentioned anything about Noreen.
Yvonne replied, “Mrs. Naylor was abroad on vacation for a while—just got back yesterday. I’m meeting her for afternoon tea today.”
“Don’t ‘Mom’ me. I’ve already set it up. Here’s the address—go meet him later.”
Noreen sighed.
Should’ve known better than to come home.
She was all but dragged into this blind date.
The man was arrogant from the get-go, making a show of his supposed superiority. “I’m a civil servant. Work in city planning.”
Noreen just nodded. “Planning department, got it.”
He raised an eyebrow. “You know what that is?”
She smiled. “Yes.”
“Really? How come?” He clearly didn’t expect someone as pretty as Noreen to have any idea.
Noreen took a sip of tea before replying coolly, “We work on some government projects from time to time.”
His expression froze for a second, but the arrogance didn’t fade.

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