Chapter 18 Refusing Help, I Don't Need It.

"You're actually stalking someone to their workplace..."

Graham Frye looked at Noah Bates as he drove. He spoke with a hint of a smirk, "If you need help, I can assist you."

"What do you mean?"

Noah Bates smiled as he looked back at him in the rearview mirror. The man had a pair of enchanting, peach-blossom eyes—cold and sexy when not smiling, but captivating and graceful when he did. It was no wonder so many women in City A were drawn to him—after all, Noah Bates's appearance was indeed top-notch.

Graham Frye watched Noah Bates's smiling face and curved his lips slightly, "You've already understood, haven't you."

"She probably won't accept it."

Noah Bates thought for a moment. After seeing Violet Don enter the studio, he pulled the car over to the side of the road, took out a pack of cigarettes, and handed one to Graham Frye in the back seat before saying, "We need a reason, a legitimate one... for her to accept."