It was pure torture for John, though. He took a deep breath and found it hard to accept his new nickname. But he didn't want the woman he loved to be unhappy, so he could only convince himself to accept it. "Alright then, but be warned; I'm extremely picky!"Noelle burst out laughing. "I'll cook for you. I'll make you whatever you want, Johnnie."His heart skipped a beat. "It's a deal, then?" The thought of his beloved cooking for him was enough to make him look forward to it for days. "Yep!" she responded. After hanging up, Yvette came to pick her up from the hospital. On the way home, the girls went to a restaurant to grab a bite to eat.After they walked in, Yvette went straight to the restroom while Noelle waited for their meal to be served and thought about her next steps in suing Quentin and Xyla. When she looked up, she noticed a young man with gold-rimmed glasses and a beautiful woman at a nearby table rise and leave. Chance? Noelle was dumbfounded. Wasn't he supposed to
Noelle couldn't help but brood. When she walked in, Quentin glanced at her coldly and said nothing. Noelle felt as if someone had just dumped a bucket of ice over her heart. She shifted her gaze to Fred and greeted him, "Grandpa."Without raising his head, Fred cheerfully said, "Elle, you should teach Quentin how to play chess someday. This rascal's skills aren't even half as good as yours!"Quentin shot her another look before slamming his chess piece down. "I'm not playing anymore!" He stood up and walked away.Fred chided, "That little rascal can't take even a bit of criticism. Come and play with me, Elle!"After playing two rounds of chess with Fred, Noelle got up to go to the bathroom. When she passed by the guest bedroom on the first floor, she heard a man's gentle voice from inside. "What would you like to eat? I'll ask Ava to make it for you. By the way, I'll be receiving some fresh, imported strawberries tomorrow. I'll ask Martin to deliver them to you."Noelle came to
Madison worked as a teacher at a piano training center. She was dressed in a misty blue dress, and her shoulder-length black hair framed her delicate features. Her eyes were filled with concern as she looked at Noelle. Madison had come out to see her student's parents off when she witnessed Noelle being ridiculed by Xyla. "Madison." Noelle tried to maintain her composure. She had just realized that Madison's training center was right next to the law firm.Madison concealed her concern and smiled. "Why don't you join me for a cup of coffee, Noelle?" The student in her next class had called in sick, so she had an hour of free time. Noelle smiled. "Sure!"Hence, the ladies went to the nearby café. Noelle was about to order a cup of coffee when Madison pursed her lips and pondered for a moment before suggesting, "Hot chocolate would make you feel better, Noelle."Madison appeared calm and composed as she sat across from Noelle, a far cry from the timid and downtrodden demeanor she h
Madison responded, "It's okay. I can swing by your studio tomorrow morning to pick it up."She had only realized that her phone charm was missing after she got home from work. She had bought it during her trip to Ocean City the year she graduated from college, and she was quite fond of it.Noelle responded, "That works too."Madison hung up the phone and was about to change her shoes and head inside when she noticed a tall and handsome figure walk through the door. She looked the stranger, who was wearing gold-rimmed glasses, up and down and asked in confusion, "Excuse me, sir. Who are you looking for?"Chance was at a loss for words. He took a deep breath before saying, "This is my home." Then, he walked past her, pulling his suitcase upstairs. Madison was dumbstruck. Monica fumed, "Are you serious? Don't you recognize Chance?" Madison's mind went blank. Did she just fail to recognize her own husband? Monica continued, "No wonder Chance hasn't returned in a year. Who would w
The thought of Noelle being turned away and leaving the law firm made Quentin feel a little better. He snorted. "Let's go to Bellagio Bistro."After filling their stomachs at Bellagio Bistro, Martin went to get the car. Quentin noticed a blurry figure crouching beside a white sedan, fiddling with something. He squinted and walked over. Noelle had just had dinner with her subordinates. After they left, she noticed that her car tire was flat, so she quickly got out of her car to check.When the pungent smell of alcohol suddenly surrounded her, she crinkled her nose in disgust. She looked up and froze. Quentin crouched down halfway and grasped her chin with his slender fingers. "Beg me, and I'll help you."It had been days, and yet her apology never came. The boiling anger within him continued to torment him, and he had no way to vent. Perhaps fate had taken pity on him, giving him this opportunity to make her apologize.Noelle pried his hand away. "Get away from me, Quentin Lowe!
"It's none of my business!" Quentin snapped, yanking at his tie. He strode over to his Bentley, opened the door, and got in.Martin was tongue-tied. Quentin must have had too much to drink, he surmised. Otherwise, no man, especially one as prominent as Quentin, would ever harass a woman on the street, let alone his wife.After getting into the car, Martin thought about the news he had just heard, and he pondered how to break it to Quentin. "Mr. Lowe, I have a friend who works at the police station. He said the officers arrested two thugs a few days ago, and those thugs…" He glanced at Quentin's expression and hesitated. "Well, what are you waiting for? Spit it out!" Quentin found his hesitation annoying and felt even more irritated.Martin's heart skipped a beat. He raised his voice and blabbered, "On the night of the 8th, there was a robbery at a studio called Luminary Studios. T-The thugs also tried to assault the studio's female owner! The owner managed to escape by smashing
Quentin figured Noelle must still be mad at him. After all, it was his failure to show up that almost led her to be assaulted. Plus, he had treated her so coldly earlier.All of a sudden, Quentin realized that he could be quite a jerk sometimes. Ultimately, he raised his hand and knocked on the door.Noelle assumed it was the property management personnel, who were here to collect fees. They had called her during the day while she was at the studio to remind her about the outstanding fees, and she asked them to stop by in the evening. She opened the door and frowned when she discovered it was Quentin. "Why are you here?"He could still see the faint traces of her tears, and it made his heart ache. "Elle…" He was about to walk in, but she didn't give him the chance and slammed the door shut.The security door crashed against his shoulder. Quentin hissed in pain, and his face contorted in agony.Noelle merely tugged at the corner of her lips. Her expression remained stoic as she s
Noelle was surprised when he took her to the club's basement, where she found the two thugs who had hurt her tied to pillars.Quentin let go of her hand. "I just got these two out of the police station. I'm going to make them pay for hurting you." Handing them over to the police for a few years in prison was far too lenient.Noelle was surprised that he would punish the thugs outside of the official legal system. Moreover, he seemed to be well-acquainted with the club's menacing-looking owner. Suddenly, she realized how dangerous this man was. "What are you going to do?"His tender gaze landed on her. "Whatever you want.""Castrate them!" she said before walking out. She didn't want to listen to the screams that were about to come.Quentin smirked and instructed one of the men in black, "You heard her; castrate them. Then, hack off their hands and toss 'em into the sea!" Whenever he thought about how they had tried to rape his woman, a dark, murderous rage flared in his eyes.