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
"I've found out the person who harmed your mother." Quentin glanced at Noelle before letting her go and turning to leave. Her breath caught in her throat. She chased after him, grasping his arm. "Who is it?"He stopped in his tracks, turned over slightly, and frowned before looking at her apathetically. "Why should I tell you? Who are you to me?" His demeanor was cold, clearly angered by her. Noelle faltered for a moment before responding softly, "You're my husband."She was well aware that, unless she addressed him as her husband, he would never tell her who the culprit was. Yet, as soon as she did, her heart quivered. It was supposed to be a word full of affection, but she felt nothing of the sort from him. His heart softened slightly, but his voice remained cold. "Do you still want to get a divorce?"Noelle shook her head before withdrawing her hand from his arm and clenching her fists. "No."The suffocating sensation in his chest finally subsided a little. He raised his h
Noelle snapped, flailing and punching Quentin in his arms. "Do you want me to die from exhaustion?" She could barely move after one round, and he still wanted to go again? He just wanted her dead!Her reaction undoubtedly pleased him. Quentin held her close, pinning her on the large bed… Much later, he emerged from the bathroom, feeling refreshed. As he tied the belt on his robe, he said, "I'll have someone keep an eye on Lia Woodworth. I'll see to it that she won't get another chance to harm your mother."Noelle lowered her gaze. Her voice was full of resentment as she asked, "So, we're just going to let her get away with it?"Quentin turned to face her. His gentle gaze landed on her petite figure. "We need to be patient and wait for the right opportunity; we can't rush things. Besides, your father might have known about her hiring someone to harm your mother."Her breath hitched in her throat. Noelle couldn't believe that her father was aware of this, and he did nothing to stop L
Janet then went to the kitchen to instruct the cook to prepare the couple's favorite dishes. Quentin's expression hardened. Janet was his biological mother, yet she treated him as if he was her enemy. Fred huffed, "Good call, you little rascal!" He then softened his tone and walked over to the chessboard. "Elle, come play a game of chess with your ol' Gramps!" Noelle walked over, sat across from him, and focused on playing chess with Fred.Just then, Mark returned. It appeared as if he had just returned from the office, as he was dressed neatly in a suit. When he spotted Noelle, who was engrossed in a game of chess with Fred, he stopped in his tracks before walking over to Quentin's side and sitting down across from him. "I heard you've broken things off with Xyla?" Mark picked up the coffee mug from the table and blew on it to cool it down. On the way home, Janet had sent him a message to tell him. Quentin responded, "Once she finds someone reliable, I won't interfere in her af