CHAPTER 41

ANGELA'S  POV :-

"Can't you just go and sit somewhere else? There is so much space in this private jet. Why do you want to stick to me like this?" I told Mr. Noah.

Yes, we have left for Maldives, the same night of our reception. 

"Oh no Mrs. Noah. I actually have acrophobia. Whenever I go to a high place, my body starts shaking. I become nervous. So I want someone beside me whom I can hold the entire time." Mr. Noah replied and again placed his head on my shoulder.

"Don't lie. I know you travel hundred times in a month for your business purpose and you don't have any phobia. Look now! We are at a height and you are absolutely fine. You can correctly answer all my questions. So stop pretending Mr. Noah," I told him, trying to free my hand from his grasp.

He was holding my hand like a child holds his/her mother's hand for care and support.

"Oh no Mrs. Noah. Don't try. All your efforts will be in vain." Mr. Noah told me and gave me a devili