Chapter 243 - The Quarrel 1

Harold was very efficient. Two days later, he picked out an apartment and showed its pictures to Emily. After getting an OK, he hired someone to sign a contract to buy it. That evening, he delivered the key to Noah.

When Ferne came back from boxing upstairs, he saw Noah taking a bath and asked, "Are you going out later?"

Noah was picky and he was a neat freak. In short, he was difficult with a bad temper. However, Ferne was broad-minded and careless. So they could almost get along well. In addition, Noah had helped him earn quite a bit of money at the Vincent's birthday banquet. Ferne treated him even more warmly than before---although he was given a cold shoulder.

Noah casually tied a towel around his waist and walked out. As he walked, his waist and abdomen muscles moved. He had got testosterone coming out of his pores, like a walking philter.

Ferne, who had been working out hard these days, felt a burst of envy. He clicked his tongue and said, "Fuck, when will I be able to look like this?"

Noah glanced at him. Ferne's beer belly was slightly smaller. He seemed to have lost a little weight, but if he didn't look carefully, he wouldn't be able to tell. The only change was that he was vigorous. His handsome face seemed to be glowing with that vigor.

Ferne naturally noticed Noah's gaze. He straightened his chest proudly. He had already begun to control his diet. Ever since he fought with Noah in the wine cellar, he had sworn to get his dignity back. Therefore, he went upstairs to practice boxing at regular intervals every day. He did not drink much. He only had one or two mouthfuls of red wine and did not touch any beer.

These past few days, he had been exercising moderately. He was worried that over-practicing would cause damage to his muscles. However, in the past two weeks, his stomach had only got a little smaller. He couldn't even see his pectoralis when he inhaled. He was almost defeated. Fortunately, every time he wanted to give up, he saw Noah's coveted figure, and he had motivation again.

Noah walked to the cloakroom and picked up a suit. First, he put on his shirt, then took off his towel. In Ferne's curious gaze, he suddenly turned around and said, "The bills and financial statements have been checked. From tomorrow on, you can do it yourself."

As Ferne nodded, he suddenly realized something was wrong, yet he was not sure what it was. "What?"

These days, Noah had been helping him manage the business of the hotel, including financial statements, daily reports, procurement and attendance. Noah was very patient. He could finish all the work in less than an hour, while Ferne usually had to spend three hours. Later, in order to save time to work out, he simply left all the work to Noah. He had to admit that despite of all the shortcomings, Noah liked to do these things and did them exceptionally well.

"I have to go." Noah pulled up his pants, turned around, and slowly zipped up.

He had just finished bathing. His hair was half wet and his head slightly tilted. Some of his wet hair stuck to his eyebrows, so he frowned slightly because of the irritation. His broken eyebrows were very eye-catching. He was quite masculine with an aura of wickedness.

Ferne didn't usually pay special attention to these things. As if waiting for Noah to explain, he fixed his eyes on him. He noticed that Noah, apart from his conservative picky personalities, bossy behavior, liking of using swear words and passion for cleanliness, he was really a good person. He looked good and had a good figure, needless to say.

"Where are you going?" He finally reacted, "Are you moving out? Aren't you coming back?"

He asked three questions in a row, so it was obvious that he did not want Noah to leave.

Noah thought that he was worried about the trifles, so he patiently repeated, "Today's work has been done."

After Ferne thought about it, he drew the conclusion that he didn't want Noah to leave because he wanted him to go on working for him. He immediately felt that he was too inhumane.

"Thanks a lot. Where are you moving? Do you want to celebrate it?" Ferne immediately went back to being his usual self.

"No need." Noah took the key from the table and then turned to look at Ferne. His expressions had always been ambiguous, making it impossible to distinguish his true emotions. His gaze was rough and tangible. One could almost feel it scratching on the face. However, his voice was as calm as he was. "Contact me on the phone if you need anything," Noah said.

Then he left.

Ferne was a little frustrated. Usually, he would be able to sparring a few rounds with Noah when he came back. Besides, he's a talker. Noah liked to immerse himself in his work helping him check the reports, but he kept disturbing him from time to time. Noah got a hot temper and could always lift and throw him on the sofa in an instant. Noah even ordered him not to swear. Noah was obviously a violent maniac. How could he miss him already the minute Noah left?

Holy shit, could he be masochistic? Ferne was so shocked by his own thoughts that he had goosebumps all over.

He must be too lonely. He had to be.

When the waiter came in to deliver dinner, he saw the Mr. Ferne sitting on the sofa with a worried expression. He couldn't help but ask quietly, "Mr. Vincent, did you two quarrel?"

Ferne didn't understand what he was talking about.

The waiter said boldly, "Men should be coaxed too."

Ferne was confused.

"If you make him happy, he will come back."

Ferne looked at him, even more confused.

The Dalton Hotel knew one thing overnight: Mr. Vincent's boyfriend ran away angrily and would probably never come back. Therefore, everyone looked at the Vincent sympathetically the next day.

Ferne was totally bewildered.

**

Emily watched the surveillance video at the entrance of the Garden Hotel and did not see the scene Marquise hit Eliot which he admitted himself. However, she saw Eliot holding Sydnee in his arms as if he was in love with her.

From this point of view, Eliot and Sydnee are quite suitable for each other. Unfortunately, although they are face-to-face, there is no affection for each other in their eyes. Sydnee is disheartened, while Eliot....

Emily turned off the video and remembered that Eliot had come to her as usual in the past few nights. He chatted with her for a while and took care of her meticulously as before. Emily could not understand it before, but now she knew very well that she could not let him do this anymore. She had to find an opportunity to deal with it once and for all.

Evidently, the fact that she had said she had feelings for Vincent didn't affect Eliot. He might be guessing that Emily didn't understand what these feelings were, but simply thought that Vincent was good-looking.

"Miss Emily," a voice came from the balcony. Harold came in. "Stephanie just called and asked when we would go again. She is going to started acting right away.. When she joins the cast, it is not convenient for her to go."