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Chapter 13 Vivianne Sinclair "Are you okay?" I blurted out worriedly when Noah groaned as I helped him sit on the couch in his living room. "No, I'm not." He held my hand, his grip firm yet gentle, and eyes locked on me. "My knee hurt so much I feel like I'm going to die." He groaned again. "Can you stay with me? I'll be fine with you here." He pulled me to sit beside him, placing his head on my shoulder. I let out a scoff, tightening my jaw. What the fuck does he take me for? A side piece? Flirting with me when he has a fiancée? Is he also this horrible? 'He's just asking for support, Vivianne. He's not flirting' A lump formed in my throat, and I sighed. We sat quietly, staring into space, my heart pounding hard, every thump heavier than the last. "V..." He whispered, his voice soft and annoyingly soothing. My nails dug into the couch as heat blossomed in my chest. "Hmm?" “Can you get me a glass of water, please?” I blinked. Tsk! Ordering me around now, huh? "Go get it yourself!" But