Quentin got to his feet. When he saw the whip mark on Noelle's arm, he gasped and asked, "Does it hurt?"Noelle frowned a bit and said, "Just a little."Quentin sighed, then lifted her and took her upstairs. Noelle's heart skipped a beat. She sensed Quentin's tension and could almost hear his fast-beating heart. Her mind drifted.He placed her on the bed in the upstairs bedroom. Then, he quickly grabbed the first aid kit Robert had given him and helped Noelle treat her wound.As he was a man, Quentin could endure being whipped with relative ease, but Noelle was different. Her skin was sensitive and prone to bruising even from minor bumps. He couldn't fathom the pain she must be experiencing.As Quentin applied the ointment, he asked, "Does it hurt? If it does, you can pinch me!"Noelle's heart skipped a beat once more. She pondered whether his concern meant he still had feelings for her. Yet, later, she considered that perhaps it stemmed from his guilt over her suffering for his
Xyla seemed understanding."All right," Quentin replied.After Xyla hung up, she flung her phone in anger. Her words had ended up benefiting Quentin and Noelle.Quentin received a call from Martin shortly after. "Mr. Lowe, those folks are currently at the police station. Do you want to deal with them?""I'll be on my way!" Quentin responded. His expression turned serious right away. He swiftly dressed and left. When Noelle emerged from the bathroom, she found Quentin had already left the bedroom.Suddenly, Noelle got a WhatsApp message from Michael. He had been out of contact with her for three years."I need your help to arrange a meeting with your mom. She's in Dragfort," the message read.Noelle paused for a moment. Since she hadn't been in touch with Emmie, she assumed she had already left. As she held her phone close to her chest, she felt bitterness swell within her, and tears threatened to spill over.She pursed her lips and texted, "Sorry, Mr. Xanthos. I can't help you
Quentin was at a loss for words. He didn't find Xyla to be particularly attractive or pitiful, but he did have a strong urge to comfort Noelle.Without thinking much, he leaned in and suggested, "Maybe you could let out a little cry so I can hear you?"He hoped to see her look at him with a pitiful expression as she cried out in pain. He would hold her close and offer her solace. Noelle was stunned at what he said."Mr. Lowe, it's almost dawn. Remember what you promised me," Noelle reminded him. He seemed to have forgotten, and she felt the need to jog his memory.Quentin's mood soured at once. He lay back on the bed and ignored her completely. A heavy knot of emotions tightened in his chest. Her constant mentions of divorce made him feel like she was eager to move on with John. He refused to give in to her wishes.The room fell into silence, and before they realized it, dawn had arrived. Consumed by thoughts of the divorce, Noelle had barely slept all night. Dark circles hung hea
Noelle looked at Quentin in surprise. She couldn't understand why he would thank John in such a strange manner.Quentin met her gaze. His expression was inscrutable but certainly not friendly. Noelle felt a wave of anger rise within her.John, who was sitting across from them, was also surprised. He spoke uncomfortably. "Mr. Lowe, I appreciate your gratitude. You don't have to feel indebted, because anyone would have helped in such a situation. Being your brother is an honor I don't think I deserve."He raised his glass, downed the contents quickly, then got up and added, "I have some business to attend to. I'll be leaving now."After nodding to Noelle and Quentin, John left without eating anything. He thought there might be hidden reasons for the lunch invite, but he went to be polite. He also made sure to be well-mannered throughout.Noelle's anger boiled over after John left. She glowered at Quentin. "You did that on purpose!"She realized that Quentin couldn't truly intend to
Quentin was kissing Noelle when a car pulled up in front of them. It was a black Mercedes with an unfamiliar license plate.As the rear window rolled down, Michael's handsome face appeared. Noelle was momentarily distracted by the sight. Quentin let go of Noelle and turned around. When he saw Michael, he gently took Noelle's hand, which felt cold."Get in touch with Emmie. She won't show up unless you do," Michael said casually. It had been more than three years since Noelle last saw Michael.She remembered how Michael held her hand, played with her, and carried her on his shoulders. He treated her like she was the most important person in his life. Everything changed when he met Lia.Noelle tightened her fist and responded, "Mr. Xanthos, you're giving me too much credit. I would've done it ten years ago if I could've persuaded her to stay. You wouldn't still be playing this game of hide and seek with her now, would you?"She knew Michael had come for Emmie. For years, it had been
Xyla cried beautifully and sadly. Suddenly, she held her throat and struggled to breathe. Quentin quickly scooped her into his Maybach and ordered, "Hurry. To the hospital!"Noelle turned around and was deeply affected by what she saw. Though she knew Quentin cared deeply about Xyla, it still hurt her to see him panic as he carried Xyla away. She turned around and got into Michael's car.…Emmie was at a closed-off excavation site for an ancient tomb on the outskirts of Dragfort. She received a WhatsApp message from Michael. "This is the man you found for your daughter!" Attached to the message was a photo of Quentin carrying Xyla away.Her heart skipped a beat. She turned to her assistant and said, "Let's call it a day. I have to leave." She ignored the dust on her clothes, and she left immediately.It took Emmie more than three hours to get to the center of Dragfort. She traveled mountain roads, highways, and city streets.At 8:00 pm, she reached the destination shown in Michae
Just as Noelle was about to fall, someone caught her just in time. Noelle looked up and saw the worried look on John's face."Noelle?" John said. He was the owner of the Luminous Grand Hotel and he was there for an inspection."Mr. Xenos..." Noelle blinked back her tears.John noticed blood on his hands when he let go of her. He questioned, "Are you hurt? Did they hurt you?"Noelle shook her head as she replied, "No."Without hesitation, John took her hand and said, "Come on, let's get you to the hospital!"…Janet had arranged for the best medicine for Noelle and Quentin through a friend, but she couldn't reach them on their phones. So, she called Martin directly. "Have you seen Quentin and Elle?"Martin was at the hospital. Quentin had stayed behind after Xyla was taken there, and Martin hadn't left either. He had even been sleeping in the car."Mrs. Lowe, Madam Noelle has been taken away by her father," Martin replied.After a pause, Janet asked, "What about Quentin?"Mar
Quentin looked worried. His forehead creased with concern, and he felt his chest tighten.The doctor helped Noelle with her wound and warned her not to touch it again to prevent scarring. After thanking the doctor, Noelle prepared to leave. Quentin tried to help her, but she pulled away from him."Mr. Lowe, you should get ready for the courthouse," Noelle said coldly. She showed her determination to proceed with the divorce immediately.As she began to walk away, Quentin grabbed her wrist, and said, "It's my fault. I shouldn't have left you with Michael! I'm sorry!" He genuinely meant his apology, though there was a hint of his usual controlling nature in his words.Noelle smiled thinly and said, "You've apologized enough, Quentin. You'll never prioritize me over Xyla. So, why keep holding on to this marriage?"Seeing the pain in her eyes, Quentin felt a sharp ache in his own heart. Holding her tighter, he asked, "What if I promise it won't happen again?"He dreaded the thought o
"Sorry, but if I ever get married, it definitely won't be to either of you."Noelle had originally come to visit Christian, but now she didn't feel like staying anymore. She was beyond frustrated.Christian's sharp, dangerous eyes narrowed in an instant, brimming with hostility as he locked his gaze on Noelle. Quentin's handsome face darkened as well, his mood turning stormy.Noelle spun around and walked out."We'll see about that," Quentin muttered, getting up to leave as well.As he passed by the clinic where Noelle worked, he cast a glance in that direction before heading out.Near the end of the workday, Russ called. "Ms. Xanthos, Mr. Xanthos has arranged for you to meet a boxing champion. Are you free now? I can take you to meet him."Noelle couldn't help but feel a mix of amusement and bitterness. She had lived 24 years, and only now did he care about whether she had any self-defense skills. Isn't it a little late for that?Still, she went.After one session, she was dr
Noelle quietly closed the door behind her. Leonard glanced over, saw it was her, and put away his phone. "He just fell asleep. Ms. Xanthos, you should head home and rest. I'll keep watch tonight," he said softly.Noelle shook her head. "He took the knife for me. How could I go home? I wouldn't be able to sleep anyway. I'd rather stay here and keep an eye on him."She sat down on the couch, her gaze heavy with concern as she looked at Christian sleeping.Leonard nodded. "Alright, you stay here. I'll step out for a bit," he said before leaving the room.Noelle nodded.Christian's phone, sitting on the nightstand, pinged with a WhatsApp notification.Noelle walked over, picked up the phone, and saw a message from someone with the nickname "The Blomming Fifties.""What a flashy name," she thought with a faint smirk.But for some reason, curiosity tugged at her—she suddenly felt a strong urge to peek into Christian's private world as if she might uncover something hidden beneath t
Noelle remained silent.In Dragfort, ever since Quentin had learned early that morning about Christian taking a knife for Noelle, he had locked himself in his office. It had been three hours now.The morning executive meeting was canceled, and his client appointments were rescheduled. Senior staff members who needed his signature on documents stood hesitating at the door, feeling the oppressive atmosphere even from outside the office.Department heads waiting to give their reports also lingered at the door, too intimidated to enter.In the end, they all turned their pleading eyes toward Martin.But even Martin was hesitant to go in.After all, he had witnessed the weight of Quentin's emotions—shock, frustration, and a deep sense of defeat—that had cast a heavy, oppressive mood over the office.Martin made a call to Dennis, knowing only he could possibly get through to Quentin now."Mr. Jackman, you need to come over," Martin said quietly, making sure to step into a quieter co
Even though Christian was in obvious pain, he forced himself not to make a sound.Such a stubborn fool.The door knocked twice, and Leonard walked in. Seeing Noelle, he greeted her, "Ms. Xanthos."Noelle's eyes were red, but she didn't respond.Christian opened his eyes slightly and said, "Don't tell anyone I'm injured."Leonard nodded."Tell them I'm on a business trip," Christian added.Leonard raised an eyebrow, "Bro, with a wound like that, how long do you think this 'trip' will last before people catch on?"Christian shot him a cold glare, and Leonard quickly relented, "Okay, okay, I get it. I'll handle it."Christian closed his eyes again, waves of pain crashing over him like a relentless tide.Suddenly, he opened his eyes once more. "Silly girl."Noelle paused, her tear-filled eyes looking at him.A smile tugged at the corner of Christian's mouth. "Get out for a bit. You look terrible."Noelle's lips twitched as her damp lashes fluttered, and a surge of unexplainabl
Just as the man raised the knife for a second strike, the security team arrived and swiftly pinned him down.Noelle heard a low grunt behind her, followed by Christian's pained chuckle. "Good thing it wasn't him."Noelle's heart clenched as she turned to see Christian, clutching his shoulder, slumped against her legs.He was wearing a beige coat, now stained with a large patch of blood around his shoulder.Christian was rushed to emergency surgery, but Noelle remained frozen in her chair, her mind replaying his words, "Good thing it wasn't him."Who wasn't it? Quentin?Why did he say that? Why did he act this way?The image of Christian's blood-soaked coat lingered in her mind. The wound—how deep was it?Noelle sat there, numb and lost in thought for an unknown period, until Michael appeared.He glanced at her through the doorway, but without a word, he continued walking past.A little while later, Kara gently patted her shoulder. "They've moved him to a room. You should go s
Emmie smiled and placed a few more ravioli on Noelle's plate. "Then eat a little more. It's your mom's first time cooking, and once you're in the Utopia States, you won't have this."It wasn't like she had never cooked before—she had made instant noodles when she was alone.Noelle ate a small bowl of ravioli without pausing, her stomach now full and round. Her eyes welled up with tears, though whether it was from happiness or something else, no one could tell.After dinner, Noelle stayed for a bit before leaving.Emmie watched Noelle's car disappear down the driveway before finally going upstairs.Michael, leaning back on the bed, heard her soft footsteps approaching and lifted his eyelids.The bedroom was dark, and when Emmie stepped in, her gaze met Michael's dark, piercing eyes. She paused at the doorway, and he continued watching her."Lia must be blind. She couldn't tell if it was you or the driver," Emmie said coldly, walking straight to the other side of the bed and pulli
Emmie was at a loss for words.Michael said, "Your daughter's leaving for the Utopia States soon. You should take this time to spend with her."Emmie's breath hitched. "Elle agreed?"Michael nodded. "Yes."It was the best way for Noelle to get away from those two men and focus on her own growth.After a night's rest, Noelle felt much better the next morning. Emmie called her, inviting her to Gentle Glades after work.What Noelle didn't expect was to see Michael there as well.He was lounging on the couch in casual clothes, flipping through a medical journal. Emmie, wearing an apron, seemed to be busy in the kitchen. When Noelle walked in, Emmie immediately came out."Elle!" Emmie's gentle face was filled with warmth as she took Noelle's hand.Noelle felt a bit disoriented.In her memory, Emmie's life was filled with books and work, never with the kitchen. And Michael—she hadn't seen him so relaxed and calm, casually reading a magazine on the couch, in over a decade.It felt
Michael couldn't forget the look Elijah had given him that day—a mocking smile, full of meaning. Elijah slowly pulled back, revealing Emmie's curled-up body underneath him.Without a word, Michael opened his phone and pulled up a social media app. He tossed the phone to Emmie. "Take a look for yourself."Emmie looked down and saw a video posted by Elijah just minutes earlier. It was of her feeding him. She watched in disbelief, then replayed it. The account was undeniably Elijah's."Scroll down. There's more," Michael's voice drifted from the couch.Emmie's fingers moved down the screen, her peripheral vision catching a glimpse of Michael sitting with his legs crossed, taking a sip of coffee handed to him by the housekeeper.Further down, she found a photo posted by Elijah a month ago, showing her preparing his medicine. The footage seemed to be taken from security cameras.But none of these posts had appeared on her social media feed.She had never seen them on her phone.Mich
Quentin didn't deny it.Noelle's chest tightened as she remembered that day in Ocean City when Christian had said Gillian deserved to be slapped. Now, it all made sense.At the time, she had sarcastically asked him if he would treat her the same way once he got tired of her.His response had been, "Do you think I'm tired of her, and that's why I did it?"Now she understood. Christian had known all along that it was Quentin who had called Gillian to Ocean City.A wave of frustration swelled in Noelle's chest. Her fingers clenched tightly as the memory of Christian's sweet words clashed with the thought of him being with Gillian. Bitterness gnawed at her.Just then, the door opened again, and a strong, steady figure entered. His gaze swept silently over the two men in the room before he walked straight to the bed."Elle?""Clement!" At the sight of him, Noelle's eyes brimmed with tears."Let's go home," Clement said as he turned and carefully lifted her onto his back. Noelle res