#Chapter 143: A Good Fit

Hannah Viona continued to stay with me for the next few days, although the atmosphere in the house remained icy whenever Noah was around. Throughout the days, I made a point of avoiding Noah at every turn. Whenever he would enter a room, I would find an excuse to leave. If he ever tried to speak to me, I would turn up the music or start a loud conversation with Viona. By the evening of the third day, the tension in the house was palpable. Even Viona seemed to be getting sick of it, and over dinner, she made it even more clear. “You need to talk to him. I can’t take this anymore.” I paused just as I was about to pop a piece of steak into my mouth. “There’s nothing to talk to him about.” “Come on, Hannah. Whatever is going on between you two, it’s not helping any to give him the cold shoulder whenever he tries to talk to you.” Yeah, right, I thought wryly. Nothing ever helped anyway; I could have tried to make amends with him all I wanted, but