I fired off a couple of quick questions, and Noah answered every single one of them patiently, not a single trace of irritation in his tone.
It wasn't until I glanced at the time flashing on my phone screen that I realized it was already dead of night. I exchanged goodnight with Noah before setting my phone down.
I flopped back onto the bed, replaying every bit of our conversation from that day in my head, and let out a long sigh.
There was no way Noah remembered me that clearly just because of that lab accident. There had to be more to it.
But if he wasn't willing to talk about it, I couldn't exactly force him. Everyone has their skeletons in the closet, after all.
Luckily, he didn't have any ill intentions toward me—if anything, he was far more favorable toward me than he was to oth
