Chapter 83

Just as Delia was getting all cuddly with Curtis, Noah let out an awkward cough that completely killed the mood. Seriously, Delia picking a rundown warehouse full of screams to show off her PDA? Noah was out of words. If she wasn't his friend, he'd be roasting her hard right now. From now on, he swore he'd just call her "Showoff Delia." Of course, while Noah was rolling his eyes, Delia wasn't too thrilled with him either. Why does he always pop up when she's having a moment with her husband? She reluctantly slid off Curtis and glared at Noah, "What are you gawking at? If you're up and moving fine, how about waking that bastard up already?" Damn it. Noah really wanted to snap back, but knowing he couldn't outmatch her, he just swallowed it all down-and decided to let it out on Nathan instead. The moment that chili oil touched the wound on Nathan's leg, everyone in the warehouse flinched, the pain practically contagious. Even Noah had to squeeze his eyes shut, feeling a twinge of guilt.