Never Mistake a Queen for a Lapdog novel Chapter 915

"Bianca was worried I'd starve at home, so she prepped it before she left for her trip," Noreen lied without missing a beat.

Afraid Claire might start putting the pieces together, she quickly changed the subject. "Just tell me how to season it! Whatever I did this morning tasted totally wrong."

Claire's brain was incredibly one-track. Easily distracted, she completely forgot her earlier suspicions and earnestly began explaining the step-by-step seasoning process.

Unfortunately, Noreen had poured all her skill points into her career. Even when it came to something as simple as adding salt and pepper, she was hopelessly lost.

Eventually, she gave up. "I'm almost home. Don't hang up. I'll grab a pen and paper to write this down once I'm inside."

By the time she said this, Noreen was already stepping into the elevator.

Claire agreed.

The second Noreen walked through her front door, she announced, "Alright, I'm home. Walk me through it. First, I add..."

The words died in her throat the moment she saw the tall, broad-shouldered figure walking out of her kitchen.

"First, put some..."

Completely oblivious, Claire continued enthusiastically listing the steps over the phone.

Seth placed a freshly cooked, steaming bowl of chicken broth on the dining table. Looking at Noreen, who was still frozen in the entryway, he said in a warm, gentle voice, "Perfect timing. The food's just finished. Go wash your hands and eat while it's hot. I made some of your favorite side dishes; I'll go grab them."

Noreen's brain completely short-circuited.

It wasn't until Claire's chilling voice echoed from the phone speaker that she finally snapped back to reality.

She asked dangerously, "Honey, why is Seth Harcourt in your apartment?"

Noreen was dead silent.

Caught red-handed, she had absolutely no idea how to explain herself.

Claire demanded, "Confess. Now."

Noreen had no choice but to spill the truth. "You know I came down with a nasty flu yesterday, and I was dealing with cramps. I felt absolutely terrible. I was going to ask Sophia to bring me medicine, but she got sick too..."

Claire cut her off instantly. "Skip the sob story! Just tell me why the hell he is in your house!"

"...He brought me home the night before when I had too much to drink."

"And you just handed him your passcode?!" Claire's voice shrieked an octave higher.

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