Never Mistake a Queen for a Lapdog novel Chapter 1129

Noreen naturally noticed the undisguised resentment burning in Seth's eyes, and she couldn't help but find it amusing.

His gaze was intense, heavy enough to make the air in the cabin feel suffocating.

Noreen suddenly felt a wave of fondness.

The ruthless man who never yielded an inch at the negotiation table, who could silence an entire boardroom with a single look, was now pouting like a toddler whose candy had been stolen.

The plane touched down in Rivercrest City late that night, and Seth personally drove the two of them to her place.

The headlights slowly turned off at the gates of the residential complex, and the surroundings plunged into quiet, bathed only in the silver glow of the streetlamps.

Even as Noreen stepped out of the car, she could still feel his gaze glued to her back.

Seth sat in the driver's seat, his hands resting on the steering wheel. His knuckles were slightly white, but he didn't turn around, nor did he say a word to ask her to stay.

He just watched her quietly through the rearview mirror, his eyes darker than the night sky, as if trying to carve her silhouette into his memory.

His intense stare made her ears burn, but she managed to keep her voice steady.

She told Katy to walk ahead and wait for her by the gate for a moment.

Once Katy was out of earshot, Noreen turned back, walking over to the driver's side and leaning against the door.

The window slowly rolled down, revealing his sharp profile.

The dim streetlights cast a faint shadow over the strong ridge of his brow.

She leaned in a little closer, her voice soft and coaxing. "Go home and get some rest. Text me when you get back."

Seth turned to look at her, his Adam's apple bobbing, but he didn't reply.

Instead, his gaze lingered on her face, heavy with unspoken demands.

His eyes spoke volumes.

And Noreen translated those demands faster than any sweet talk.

Her cheeks flushed hot, but she leaned in anyway, pressing a fleeting kiss to his cheek.

The touch was quick, brushing against his skin as lightly as a feather.

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