#Chapter 228 Stop Dragging My Heart Around

Three days later, I was at Noah’s house tending to him while he rested in bed. He insisted that he didn’t need me to mother him, but I could tell that he secretly enjoyed all the attention. It felt bittersweet, bringing him such happiness after I had caused him—and Andrew—so much pain. I had just finished making chicken noodle soup for dinner and brought it into Noah’s bedroom on a TV dinner tray. I sat on the bed next to Noah, flicking through the channels on his big screen TV trying to find an acceptable show for both of us. I paused when I saw Andrew’s face. “What’s going on?” Noah asked as he blew on a spoonful of his soup. “Shh!” I exclaimed. I turned up the volume. “For those of you just joining us, in just a few minutes, Alpha King Andrew Dubois is going to be holding a press conference regarding the status of his relationship with wedding planner Crystal Blanchard,” the TV announcer said. “I don’t think it would be wise for you to watch this,” Noah cautioned. “I only want