Noelle hailed a cab and headed straight to the hospital.…Meanwhile, Xyla sat on the hospital bed. Her hair was a mess, and her eyes were glazed over. Her face was marred by handprints and swollen. It was just like that day all over again.Quentin felt as if his heart was being squeezed in a vice. "Xy?" Her vacant gaze slowly shifted toward him, and she began to sob, "Quint, she just can't stand me, after all…"He appeared bewildered. "Was it that woman again?"Xyla nodded, tears streaming down her face. "She told me that Noelle had sent her to deal with me and that even if she beat me to death, you wouldn't know because you were out having dinner and watching a movie with Noelle. She said that I could scream until my throat was raw, and you still wouldn't hear me…"With each passing moment, Quentin's expression grew colder. Was this really Noelle's doing? As he thought about her strange behavior earlier that evening, inviting him out to dinner and a movie, his fingers started
Xyla looked anxious and pitiful, a sight that tugged at Quentin's heartstrings, though his mind swam with questions. His dark gaze landed on Layla. "Were you really the one who slapped Xy?"Layla glanced at Quentin, then at Xyla, and felt both amused and vexed. "Stop pretending, Xyla Cadwell. You're not blind. I'm sure you know who slapped you!" Her words made Xyla shudder, and Quentin's expression changed drastically. He glanced at Xyla, who was still trembling, and frowned. As doubt gnawed at him, the door to the ward swung open once again, and Mithcell walked in. "I can confirm that it was Ms. Lewis who slapped Ms. Cadwell, and she did it on two separate occasions!" he declared resolutely."However, Ms. Cadwell made me delete the surveillance footage, which is why you couldn't find anything. Also, that EEG report was falsified; it belonged to another patient. Ms. Cadwell doesn't have depression!"Mitchell's face was as pale as a ghost. Now that the truth had come to light, he c
After Layla left, Noelle hailed a cab and left the hospital as well. While she was in the car, she received a call from Yvette. "Noelle, Quentin has finally seen Xyla's true colors, hasn't he?"Yvette was in a café somewhere in the city. She had posted those two pictures at Noelle's behest. She couldn't wait to see Xyla's reaction when her plans were exposed and her true colors were revealed. Yvette imagined that scene would be immensely satisfying.Noelle responded, "Yeah."Yvette asked excitedly, "Then, what did Quentin say? Did he slap Xyla a few times?" In her mind, Quentin would definitely give Xyla a few hard slaps once he found out that the person he had been wholeheartedly caring for had been deceiving him all along. Noelle fell silent for a moment. He probably couldn't bear to lay a finger on Xyla. But it didn't matter anymore. "Let's invite Johnnie to the street food market for a late-night snack!" Noelle said. She wanted to thank John in person for borrowing her such
Noelle appeared startled. Her eyes widened in surprise, and she murmured, "Johnnie..."John leaned in. "Could you give me a deadline, Elle?" He looked at her expectantly, and he seemed like he wouldn't take no for an answer. Her eyes flickered, and her already sluggish mind went completely blank."Uh…" Just then, Yvette also came to use the restroom. As soon as she noticed the tall figure of a man holding a petite woman, her jaw dropped. She hastily raised her hand to cover her mouth.But her soft gasp still reached his ears. John had already seen Yvette out of the corner of his eyes. He lowered his arm from the wall and said solemnly, "Elle, no matter when, I'll wait for you." After saying that, he turned to leave.Yvette only turned to face Noelle, who looked totally out of it, after that tall figure walked past her. She probably had no idea what had just happened.By the time Noelle returned to the table, John was already drinking with Grover. She reached for a bottle to pour h
Quentin didn't even glance her way. He sat down next to Noelle and gently held her hand. "Elle, I'll give you whatever you want; just don't divorce me, please? I promise, Xyla will never bother us again!" he said softly, looking into her eyes. He had placed too much faith in Xyla, believing that his hero's younger sister would be inherently good as well. But he hadn't considered that siblings could be very different from each other despite having the same parentage. Moreover, Xyla had been abducted when she was young, and she might have been led astray by her captors. It was his fault for failing to see her for who she was. Noelle's heart quivered, and she closed her eyes. For the past three years of marriage, there hadn't been a single day when she hadn't wished for Xyla to disappear from their lives. Yet, now that Xyla, that thorn in her side, had finally been removed, she felt oddly indifferent, as if she no longer had any expectations for their marriage.She smiled and looke
Quentin responded, "But if I don't follow you, I'm afraid you'll run away." After leaving the restaurant, he didn't go anywhere. He just sat in his car, smoking, and reflecting on how much of a jerk he had been in the past. He also thought about how he could win her back in the future. Then, he noticed Noelle walking out of the restaurant and couldn't help but follow her. He was afraid that if he let her out of his sight, she'd slip through his fingers like sand and no longer belong to him. Noelle was at a loss for words. "I'm going to a law firm to consult about our divorce, Mr. Lowe!"Quentin frowned. "Then, I'll join you and listen to what the lawyer has to say."Exasperated, she turned around, hailed a cab, and got in. But shortly after the cab pulled away, she noticed his car slowly following behind. Noelle felt even more exasperated.When she arrived at Jarvis & Co. Advocates, Noelle got out of the cab and walked inside. To her surprise, Quentin followed her into the firm.
Noelle was standing on the platform of Line 2 when Quentin arrived. He stood right next to her and felt relieved that he had finally caught up with her. "Elle, I'll follow you wherever you go, so let's stop the cat-and-mouse game. I don't want to tire you out," he kindly reminded her.Her forehead creased. "Don't you think you're being a nuisance, Mr. Lowe? You were never around when I needed you most. But now that I have no need for you, you keep popping up in front of me! Have you lost your mind?"Quentin was stumped. He took a deep breath and explained, "I know I messed up real bad in the past, Elle. But I meant it when I said I'd become a better man. Could you please give me another chance?"Noelle stared at him coldly, her patience clearly worn thin. The subway roared into the station and came to a halt. Without a backward glance, she stepped inside. Quentin followed closely behind. The subway was as crowded as ever. Quentin stood in front of her, gripping the overhead strap
While waiting for the waiter to serve the food, Quentin took out his phone and responded to a message from David Rockfeller, a client from the Utopia States. David said he was interested in attending the auction in a few days, but he might not make it. He even showed Quentin his invitation letter.When Noelle's breakfast was served, Quentin glanced at it and frowned because she had only ordered a single bun and a glass of milk. Was that all she was going to have for breakfast?Setting his phone down, he got up and walked over to the counter to order something else for her. Noelle glanced at his phone and noticed an electronic version of the invitation to an auction in his chat box. Then, an idea came to mind.Quentin returned after ordering a few dishes for Noelle. His phone was still on the table. He picked it up, checked it, and slipped it back into his pocket. When the waiter brought over his order, as well as the food he had picked out for Noelle, she dug into her meal without