Chapter 161

In just two months, Noelle had been attacked twice by thugs. When he couldn't find her yesterday, Quentin was beside himself with worry. Yet, she still doubted him!

"Mr. Lowe, shouldn't you be worried about your precious little Xy? After all, she suffers from depression and asthma, and she crashes her car every now and then. Who knows, she might just kick the bucket one day." Noelle arched her brow.

Quentin was at a loss for words, disliking the sarcasm dripping from her words. With a frown, he grasped her arm, but he didn't appear enraged. "Can we not talk about her?"

He was aware that she was upset. If he were in her shoes, he would be upset as well, but he felt that this shouldn't affect their budding relationship.

She smiled wryly. "If that's all you had to say, please leave. I need to get some rest now." Then, she turned to go upstairs.

Quentin tightened his grip on her, yanking her into his embrace. Her breath hitched in her throat as she fell into his arms. Before she could