Noelle turned to Mekhi.
âIâm not feeling well.
I need to rest.
â
âOf course, Iâll handle the guests.
Donât worry,â he replied softly.
She nodded, then left the stage, assisted by a maid.
Just as Cyrus was about to go after Noelle, Nathan placed a hand on his shoulder.
âLet go of me!â Cyrus shouted.
Nathan didnât listen to him, but grabbed his shoulder to keep him from losing control Lucinda stood up and said, âMekhi, Cyrus isnât in a good state tonight.
We will leave first.
â
âVery well,â Mekhi responded.
Cyrus was then escorted away by Lucinda and Nathan, each gripping one of his arms.
As they made their way back to Cyrusâs villa, the three of them wore grim expressions.
They were reflecting on the perplexing events of the evening.
Lucinda analyzed the situation with a level head.
âNoelle was truly not herself tonight.
She stumbled on the stairs and required assistance from a maid to walk.
It appears sheâs very unwell.
Moreover, she didnât even acknowledge my presence.
Itâs odd.
Iâve known her for years since our time at the orphanage, and she has always treated me like a sister.
I was seated right next to Cyrus.
She shouldnât have ignored me as if I were a stranger.
â
Cyrus said nothing.
He only bent his head and clenched his fists.
Nathan chimed in, âLucinda, I noticed that despite Noelleâs flawless makeup tonight, the weariness in her eyes was unmistakable.
She looked exhausted.
â
âYes, itâs quite strange.
â Lucinda pondered.
âSheâs a woman of integrity.
If sheâs with Cyrus, she wouldnât consider marrying another man, especially someone like Quintin, a middle-aged widowerâ
Cyrus, please stay calm and we will find out what happened to Noelle tonight and if Mekhi said or did anything to influence her.
â
Hearing that, Cyrus was still silent.
All that occupied his thoughts was the revelation that Noelle had apparently agreed to be with Quintin.
Her words echoed in his mind and her indifference towards him pierced his heart.
He found himself in a restless state.
In a daze, he was escorted back to his villa by Lucinda.
With desperation in his voice, he clutched her wrist.