_Noah's Pov_
As she stood right in front of me, I could tell she was lost for words; she was shocked to have heard that from me.
I closed my eye, regretting why I had said that aloud. D*mnit.
“Maria,” I called her name.
How would I explain to her that I was talking about Zaria, my personal assistant?
That woman, she had made me lose all focus concerning work-related matters. All, I could think of was Zaria.
Whereas, to her, she thought I was talking to her. How do I explain this to her?
“I love you too,” she spoke. As she ran into embrace, I could not help but worry about her. She was getting all emotional in all of this.
“But you and I know that you are in love with someone else,” I said to her.
Why was she pretending as not to know what I am talking about?
“Noah, I do not love him, whatever happened between us was a mistake.”
She was not my girlfriend, but to the eyes of the society and front newspaper, she was.
I sighed. “What are you doing here, Maria?”