"I'll be right back." Quentin left the villa. Noelle breathed a sigh of relief. She had assumed he wouldn't go.Quentin went to the supermarket at the villa entrance. Standing at the entrance, he let his eyes roam the aisles. Then, he spotted a section filled with colorful packaging and headed straight for it.He picked one of them up and looked at it. These things came in a variety of sizes and brands, and he had no idea which one she used. He imagined her petite figure and figured the smallest size should suffice. So, he grabbed a few packs of each brand and prepared to leave.Just then, two middle-aged women, one plump and one slim, walked in.The plump one said, "I was at Restaurant Blanc last night, and I overheard Xyla calling Noelle a bitch. So, I told Madam Burns, and as expected, she didn't let that little bitch off easily; she went to confront her first thing this morning!"The slim one responded, "Oh? Then, what happened?"The plump woman continued, "I heard Quentin
Noelle turned away and remained silent. She knew how dangerous it was, but she was on the verge of losing control.Quentin said, "How about we go see your mother tomorrow?"She was stunned for a while before quickly sitting up and said, "Really?"He nodded and replied, "Yes."Seeing the certainty in his eyes, she calmed down."Then let's leave early," she said.It was a long journey from the city to the remote county, and they still had to go into the mountains. She didn't want to leave after barely saying a few words to Emmie."Alright," Quentin agreed.They didn't speak for the rest of the night. At dawn, Quentin drove Noelle himself, without Martin. This made it feel like they were going on a picnic, which subtly brought them closer.The night earlier, he had Martin procure a large amount of daily necessities and fresh fruits to be distributed to the archaeological staff.When they stopped at a service area for a break, a young couple got out of a nearby car. The woman's e
When he got home, however, she wasn't there. When she finally returned, she looked exhausted and in low spirits. He asked what had scared her, and she said it was nothing.Then she asked him if he would be sad if she died. At the time, he thought she was trying to get something from him and had even mocked her.He had no idea what kind of despair and fear she had experienced that afternoon. It must have been excruciating with her dislocated arm.Thinking about it now, all the shock in Quentin's heart turned into guilt and heartache.He suddenly pulled her into his arms and held her tightly."I'm sorry, Noelle. I didn't know you were on that bus."Noelle, held tightly by him, felt her heart swell with a painful ache. Her eyes burned, and her throat tightened.Her heartstrings trembled, but she gently pushed him away, and said, "Quentin, I need to use the restroom."As she turned, her heart was in turmoil, and her tears began to fall like rain. If he had known at the time, would
Noelle felt a wave of sadness wash over her. If it weren't for her father's betrayal and that woman, her mother wouldn't have to call a place like this home.Emmie's phone on the table rang after a staff member called her away. Noelle picked it up for her. She intended to tell the caller to ring back later since Emmie wasn't available, but before she could say anything, the voice on the other end spoke with smugness."Emmie, the baby in my belly is almost two months old now. Michael loves this baby. He keeps saying that our son has returned."Lia's gloating laughter echoed in her ears, and Noelle clenched the phone tightly, her chest filling with anger.She could no longer hold back and snapped, "Lia Woodworth, do you really think your child will be born safely after what you did? Those who do evil will face retribution. I suggest you do more charity for the sake of your child!"Stunned to hear Noelle instead of Emmie, Lia was silent for a while before hanging up.If Lia had be
Emmie said, "Noelle is about to take her postgraduate exams. I won't allow you to sabotage that for her!"On the other end, in the spacious office of the hospital director, a man in a white coat sneered and replied, "Emmie, why should I listen to you? She killed my first son!"Emmie's breath caught, and her heart clenched tightly.In a lazy voice, Michael added, "Tonight, meet me at Luminous Grand Hotel."…As Noelle and Quentin drove into the city, she wanted to return to her small apartment. Feeling guilty, Quentin agreed but decided to follow her upstairs.She went upstairs to change clothes while he took off his jacket and hung it on the coat rack. The jacket accidentally knocked a box off the cabinet by the door, spilling its contents onto the floor.Seeing an object that resembled something commonly associated with men, Quentin froze.When she came downstairs after changing, she immediately saw what he was holding and stood rooted to the ground."Do you usually use this
Noelle's face turned bright red. Embarrassed and shy, she looked utterly endearing, making Quentin even more tempted to kiss her.Just as he moved, he felt something strange on his thigh. Looking down, he was instantly petrified. Her face was so red it seemed like it might bleed. The moment he released her, she hurriedly got off his lap and ran into the bathroom, slamming the door shut.Quentin was wearing white casual pants that day, and the red stain on his thigh was glaringly conspicuous. His mouth twitched violently.When Noelle came out of the bathroom, she was both embarrassed and ashamed.Unable to meet his eyes, she offered, "Take off your pants. I'll wash them for you."He glanced at the red stain again and raised an eyebrow slightly."I think it looks pretty good like this. Maybe I'll just leave it."She was speechless. Was he out of his mind?Seeing her look at him as if he were insane, he smirked and walked over to pinch her cheek."Where's your skirt? I'll wash
Emmie was furious. She frowned at the man beside her in annoyance. Even though she was frustrated, she still remained beautiful and elegant. So, Michael couldn't help but stare at her. Emmie couldn't hide from his intense gaze at all. It seemed as if his stare was about to burn a hole through her. Then, she inhaled deeply and buttoned up her clothes. "I'm not going to shower."If you're willing to touch me despite that, then do it."Due to the nature of his job, Michael had severe mysophobia. Once he returned home, he would immediately shower and change his clothes. He would also wash his hands if they came into contact with other objects outside. In fact, disinfectant was always stored in his pockets and car. Besides, he would wash and change his clothes twice every day. Ruthlessness flashed through Michael's eyes. He said intimidatingly, "Do you think I won't dare to do it?"Tension filled the air and Emmie almost forgot to breathe for a moment. Just then, her phone
When Michael opened the door and saw the blade in Emmie's hand, his face turned serious. He grabbed her wrist and asked, "Since you can't run away from me, are you trying to kill yourself now?"His face looked extremely upset, and the veins on his forehead throbbed angrily.Then, his grip tightened on her wrist. Meanwhile, Emmie dropped the blade from the pain. Though she struggled with all her might, she still couldn't break free from his grasp. "Michael, how could you do this to Lia? She lived with you for decades and is pregnant with your son!" Emmie said angrily. She wanted to remind him that Lia was his lover who was pregnant with his child. Michael sneered and pushed her away. After that, he picked up the blade on the ground and placed it back in the shaving razor. He threw the razor out of the room. When he came back, he looked at Emmie disdainfully. "Emmie, were you always that magnanimous? Have you ever loved me?"Emmie's breath hitched. Hadn't she loved h