Chapter 143 Not Qualified to Ask Him for Help

Whitney returned to her room, and her phone rang—it was Yvette. "How did it go? Did you talk to Noel?" Yvette asked. Whitney lay down on her bed, staring at the white ceiling. "The words were right there, but I just couldn't say them." "Why?" Yvette was puzzled. "I can clearly see that Noel treats you differently. Why don't you at least try?" "Even if it's different, it's just a little bit of affection. A deal involves both sides. What could I possibly offer him in return? Should I offer myself? I know my worth, and he won't marry me. If I ask him and he refuses, I'd want to disappear into the ground." Whitney turned over, a bitter smile forming. "I'm not qualified to ask him for help." Yvette sighed but still urged, "How do you know he won't help if you don't ask? Whitney, are you going to marry that jerk, Damian?" Whitney didn't want to, but she couldn't bring herself to ask Noel for help either. That night, she stayed awake, staring at the ceiling until morning. … The nex