Elena's POV

I watched Layla's pathetic attitude with a small smile on my face. She had been surprised before, looking around frantically as the servants gathered.

But now, she knew for sure what was going on.

She hovered close to him like a desperate shadow. “Noah, please. Let’s go to your office. You’re tired. You just got home...”

He turned, his tone deadly.

“Don’t touch me.”

Layla stumbled back like he slapped her.

I inhaled sharply.

He really wasn’t playing.

Damn...

It gave me a sense of déjà vu. He did the same thing to me, only that I wasn't hugging him — I was beating up Layla.

He was...