CHAPTER 29

NOAH 

My private jet landed on the roof of my house, and I held out a hand to help Ciara down.

But she ignored me. She had been doing that a lot. 

And that had been happening for a while now. Not that it bothered me or anything though. 

We made our way down the rooftop, and I smiled at the sight of my house.

Home sweet home. 

I had missed the feel of being in my own house, not having to deal with anyone or anything whenever I didn't feel up to it. 

I had picked out the design and layout of the house myself, and Ciara and I walked straight into the living room. 

"Are you in perpetual mourning or something? Why the hell is everything black?" she asked, her lips curling into a sneer. 

I didn't bother to answer her. 

She was mad, I knew. Even madder because of the fact that she had to move from LA all the way back here. 

I watched, saying nothing as she turned around, her nose scrunched up as she took it all in.