Never Mistake a Queen for a Lapdog novel Chapter 356

Noreen was genuinely puzzled.

He hadn’t blocked her?

What was going on?

Before she could figure it out, Seth’s message popped up: “What do you want?”

He replied so quickly that it actually threw her off for a second.

But Noreen quickly recovered and typed back, “I need a favor, Mr. Harcourt.”

Seth replied, “You know my rules. If you want something from me, you have to trade for it. I’m not running a charity.”

In her mind, Noreen had already torn Seth to shreds a thousand times before she texted back, “Name your price.”

If he so much as dared ask for something inappropriate, she’d screenshot the conversation and send it straight to Bianca.

“Noreen, I want cake.”

That was his request?

Seriously?

It was so bizarre, she almost laughed.

As if he was certain she’d agree, Seth sent another message: “It has to be homemade this time. Don’t try to fool me like last time with something store-bought.”

Noreen: “...”

He could actually taste the difference?

Looks like she couldn’t get away with her old trick this time.

She asked Seth for the address, promising to bring it over when it was ready.

He sent her the location.

Noreen glanced at it—it was the same hotel as last time, even the room number hadn’t changed.

Probably trying to keep Bianca from finding out and getting jealous. That’s why he insisted on meeting at a hotel.

Noreen whipped up a simple cake. He’d only asked her to make one, not to create a masterpiece. As long as it looked like a cake, it would do.

She went over after work. Seth, meanwhile, was already waiting at the hotel.

She’d barely knocked before the door swung open.

Seth had just showered and was only wearing a bathrobe. The collar hung loosely, giving a teasing glimpse of his chest.

“Then if you could give me Mr. Vincent’s contact information, Mr. Harcourt, I’d appreciate it.” Her tone was all business, making it clear she had no intention of getting further involved.

Seth’s eyes—dark and unreadable in the bright room—lingered on her for a long moment.

Finally, he said, “Noreen, you’re really cold.”

Noreen: “???”

How could he say that with a straight face?

Before she could retort, he murmured, “No, this is good. Keep it up.”

Noreen found herself unable—and unwilling—to figure this man out.

Seth took a pen and notepad, scribbled down Vincent’s number, and handed it to her.

She offered a curt thank you and turned to go.

Seth opened the cake box, broke off a piece with his hand, and popped it into his mouth.

He tasted it, and his expression softened, some tension fading from his features.

Just as Noreen reached the door, Seth called out in a lazy tone, “Noreen—I’m getting engaged. Aren’t you going to congratulate me?”