After she punched him, the whole world fell silent. Quentin clutched his throbbing face, momentarily stunned. His dark eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at Noelle.Noelle felt much better. She huffed, averted her gaze, and refused to meet his gaze. He tugged at the corner of his lips and shot her a menacing glare. Perhaps he was aware that he was in the wrong, because he didn't say a word.Martin had witnessed the whole scene through the rearview mirror. The corners of his lips twitched as he struggled to keep his laughter at bay. This was probably the biggest loss Quentin had ever suffered in his life.And just like that, the couple arrived at Lane Mansion. When they got out of the car, Quentin's expression was as dark as coal. Janet had the housekeepers prepare a lavish dinner and a birthday cake. With a loving smile, she told Noelle, "Make a wish, Elle!"Noelle froze for a moment, recalling how she and Yvette had waited for Quentin with a cake and dinner on the night of h
Quentin cleared his throat again. This time, he felt awkward as well. Noelle's face was as red as a beet. "Get intimate? More like get a divorce," she thought to herself. He couldn't help but steal a glance at the woman beside him. The way she blushed with embarrassment was just way too cute."The F-Fifth of the month," Noelle answered reluctantly with her head lowered. Janet counted on her fingers. "It just so happens to be your ovulation period today! Perfect; you two stay here tonight and work hard. Hurry up and give me a grandchild!"Janet had no idea that Quentin had bailed on Noelle's birthday to be with Xyla. She thought the couple was still head over heels for each other. She gave Noelle an encouraging pat on the back before heading downstairs.Noelle turned around, embarrassed. "Mom—" she gasped as she bumped into Quentin's firm chest. He held her by the waist and chuckled softly above her head. "You're so clumsy. How're you going to be a mom?"Her face turned bright
Looking at Noelle, who was dead drunk and sprawled on the table, Lorraine couldn't help but ask, "How pathetic. you can't live without a man?"She grasped her arm, hoisted her up, and helped her into her own room. Lorraine helped her take off her shoes, tucked her in, and then got ready to head downstairs to the bar. When she opened the door, she was stunned as a tall figure walked in. The man was dressed in a dark, bespoke suit and looked really mature. Even though he'd aged, he still looked handsome.His breath was laced with the rich aroma of red wine. While undoing his collar, he demanded, "Pour me a glass of water!"Lorraine eyed the man's tall, straight figure, crossed her arms, and arched her brow flirtatiously. But she smiled wryly. "Is there no one in that huge mansion who would pour you a glass of water?"The man turned his head and glanced at her, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "What? I can't let go of you!" He then walked toward her, cupped the back of her head wit
When she noticed that his gaze was locked on Noelle and his expression was grim, her brows drew together. Xyla smiled and said gently, "You should try this, Quint. The pancakes here are really good!" Her doe eyes crinkled in a smile as she used the communal cutlery to place a pancake on his plate. A faint smile graced Quentin's lips as he picked up the pancake and took a bite. Then, he said, "It's quite good."Xyla chuckled. "Of course! The chefs here come from a long line of chefs who served the king!""I see…"As she withdrew her hand, she accidentally knocked over the glass of milk beside her, spilling hot milk onto her tender wrist. Quentin hurriedly grabbed a napkin, stood up, and reached across the table to hold her arm and wipe it off. "Be careful!"When Noelle noticed the concern and affection in his eyes, her heart twisted in agony. All of a sudden, the delectable breakfast spread before her tasted like cardboard.Just then, a tall figure appeared across the room. Gab
As soon as Noelle's body touched the car's seat, she jumped up, as if struck by lightning. "I'm not getting in your car! Get out of my way!" Noelle couldn't bear the thought of sitting in a car that Xyla had been in.Quentin wanted to push her back into the seat, but he eventually released his hold on her shoulders. "Fine, let's use your car!" he snapped. After she rose to her feet, he slammed the car door shut.Then, he bent down, scooped her up in his arms, and walked toward Noelle's Volkswagen Sagitar. Xyla's face contorted in rage as she watched the scene from the restaurant. Her eyes were filled with malice and murderous intent.When Gabriel walked past her, he deliberately stopped in his tracks to glance at her, so he noticed the sinister expression on her face as well. He smirked and thought Xyla was interesting. Xyla noticed his gaze out of the corner of her eye. She looked over and noticed him arch his brow. There was a glint in his eyes, but his expression was unreadab
Noelle hobbled into the clinic. Through the window, Dennis' eyes widened in surprise as he watched the couple walk. "What happened to you, Noelle?"Quentin responded, "She bumped into something. I'm here to get Dr. Jackman to check on her." He then headed inside to find Joseph.Noelle sat on a chair in the consultation room, wincing from the pain in her knee. Dennis leaned over to have a look. "Woah, that's quite a bruise! What did you run into?"She touched her injured knee. "The dining table."He clicked his tongue. "If it were Xyla, Quentin would definitely be worried sick."Her breath hitched in her throat. Noelle recalled the day of the landslide, when Xyla had scraped her forehead and Quentin had taken her on a full-body checkup. An indescribable feeling welled up inside her. Just then, Quentin and Joseph emerged from the inner room. After hearing what Dennis had said, Quentin glared at him. Dennis pretended not to notice and turned to Noelle. "By the way, Noelle, you sh
Noelle rose from her seat, clutching her sore arm. Exasperated, she said, "Could you just behave for once, Quentin Lowe?" She couldn't believe that the CEO of a major publicly traded company and the future head of the Lowe family could be so immature. Through the rearview mirror, Quentin could see her clutching her arm. He snorted and said nothing else.When the couple arrived at Noelle's apartment, Quentin opened the rear car door and reached for her arm. "Let me see!"Noelle jerked away, refusing to let him touch her arm. "Don't bother!" He had probably never treated Xyla this roughly. In contrast, it was clear to her that she had never been treasured by him. As that thought crossed her mind, her heart ached. Noelle got out of the car and walked toward the building entrance without sparing him another glance. Quentin noticed the bruise on her left arm. Now that he had calmed down, he began to regret his earlier actions. Noelle was a girl who was much younger than him. He shou
Two hours later, Quentin emerged from the restaurant, having just signed another multi-million dollar deal using Dennis' wine to impress the clients. Martin was busy texting his girlfriend when the car door behind him opened and Quentin got in. He hastily put his phone away and asked, "Where to, Mr. Lowe?"Quentin massaged his temples. "Take me to Noelle's place." The uncomfortable feeling that had been gnawing at his chest all morning finally eased a little. As the car pulled away, he asked Martin coldly, "What would you do if a man with ill intentions tried to get close to your girlfriend, and you advised her to stay away from him, but she wouldn't listen?"After giving it some thought, Martin responded, "I'd find a way to expose him and let him show his true colors. Once my girlfriend sees his real intentions, she'll stay away from him on her own!" Quentin pursed his lips. That made sense. How had he not thought of such a simple solution?He pulled out a VIP mall card that