When she knocked and stepped inside, that woman was already draped across Healy’s lap, arms looped around his neck as they kissed, completely absorbed in each other.
She was probably just one of Healy’s many girlfriends.
Still, it was surprising to see her at an event like this—she had to be someone important.
Bianca seemed to have come to the same conclusion. She tugged Seth’s arm and said, “Let’s just go, Seth. I’m a little tired.”
She handled it with remarkable grace.
Seth immediately reined in his temper and led Bianca away.
Only then did Noreen make her way over to greet Castle. As she passed Tiana, she couldn’t help but glance at her again.
Tiana shot Noreen a mischievous wink.
Noreen hesitated for a moment, just as a man in his fifties with a thickening waistline ambled over.
Tiana slipped up to him and purred, “Honey, there you are! Do you have any idea how dull these parties are? Let’s just go home, I’m exhausted.”
He chuckled, indulging her. “All right, all right, whatever you want.”
Noreen exchanged a few words with Castle.
Castle lingered for a brief chat, as if he already knew about Mrs. Joyner’s earlier conversation with her, and made it a point to say he believed in her.
Noreen assured him she’d do her best not to disappoint.
As she prepared to leave, someone called her name.
She turned and saw Henry, looking puzzled.
The next second, Henry’s face was icy as he said, “I’m sorry.”
He didn’t raise his voice, but several people nearby heard it loud and clear.
For a moment, Noreen thought she must have misheard.
When she realized Henry really was apologizing to her, she frowned, completely baffled.
What was with him? Had he lost his mind, or was he just seriously unstable?

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