Michael's heart ached when he noticed how exhausted Emmie was. He scooped her up in his arms and carried her straight to the bedroom. Emmie was utterly exhausted. She figured it was probably because she had to fulfill his desires every night and work during the day. Also, she hadn't gotten any sleep last night. As soon as he laid her on the bed and her head hit the pillow, she fell asleep. When she woke up, she couldn't tell what time it was. She noticed that the sky had darkened, and the man was sitting beside the bed with an unlit cigarette between his fingers. As soon as she opened her eyes, he looked over, almost as if he could sense her awakening. His eyes were as bright as stars as he gazed intently at her face.Michael had never seen Emmie in this state before. Her eyes were bloodshot, and her face was pale. There were dark circles under her eyes, and her hair was a mess. Also, she seemed a little out of it, having just awakened.He chuckled, finding her dazed expression
Emmie immediately got ready. When she arrived downstairs, Michael was already waiting for her in the car. Emmie headed to the hospital under Michael's "supervision". She went to the inpatient building while he remained in the car. He narrowed his eyes as he thought, "Elijah has left, so there is no need for me to go in.""Ms. Woodworth has arrived in Dragfort, Mr. Xanthos," the bodyguard said.Michael froze when he realized she was keeping tabs on him. "Stir up some trouble and make her go back," he drawled, with a cigarette between his fingers. As long as Emmie was by his side, he didn't want anything to do with Lia, Leah, or anyone else. The ICU wasn't a place where anyone could just walk in, so Emmie could only peer at her student through the door. She then met with her student's parents, who had rushed over from another city, before leaving.Michael's car was still parked in the same spot, and the rear window was slightly ajar, revealing the cold profile of the man inside an
Quentin frowned. If he accepted Xyla's gift, he'd have contact with her again, and that would break the promise he'd made to Noelle. He responded solemnly, "Thanks for the gift, but you should take it back when you have the chance." He then hung up. Xyla clenched her fists, as she couldn't believe that he'd refuse to accept her gift without even asking what it was.Noelle could vaguely hear Xyla's voice over the phone, and her heart began to tighten with anxiety. The fear only seeped away after Quentin turned Xyla down.…The next afternoon, Noelle returned home early from the library. As she walked past the security office, she noticed a familiar figure and came to a halt. Xyla was leaning on a crutch and holding a box that she had just gotten from the security guard.When she noticed Noelle, her eyes lit up. "Great, you're back, Noelle! I gave Quint a gift, but he refused to accept it and told me to take it back. It'd be such a waste if I did. Could you give it to him for me?
"Yes, I'd be very happy to wear a scarf that was knitted by my wife."Quentin's words broke down her defenses again. Noelle nodded. "I'll knit one for you. But you have to be patient because I'm not very skilled at knitting."With a smile, he pinched her cheek. "Take your time."…Meanwhile, Xyla was slashing the two scarves into pieces with a pair of scissors in another apartment, as if this was the only way to vent her frustrations.Ava sighed. "What's got you all worked up? The fact that he had Martin drive you home shows that he still cares about you."Xyla froze, realizing Ava was right. All her efforts were starting to pay off. He was starting to care about her.Just then, her phone rang. Xyla dropped everything and answered it. Gabriel's mocking voice came through. "I bet you were humiliated again, huh, Xyla? Instead of wasting your time knitting those useless scarves, why don't you figure out a way to win Quentin's heart? It's been almost a month, and he's still indiff
"When I return in a week, my bruise should be healed," Quentin thought. Once it was healed, Noelle wouldn't be able to notice it. …At long last, Noelle had finished weaving the scarf. As she imagined Quentin wearing the blue scarf she had woven for him, her heart swelled. She waited for him to come home, picturing his smile as he beheld the scarf. Yet, she received a call from Quentin, informing her of his sudden business trip. Even his luggage was collected by Martin.Noelle felt disappointed. This was the first time Quentin had been away for such a long time since they reconciled, and her heart was heavy with longing. Her voice cracked as she spoke into the receiver, "What am I going to do without you?"His heart melted, and he felt a pang of guilt. But all he could do was console her, "I'll be back in a week, okay?"Noelle asked worriedly, "Did something happen? Why'd you have to leave so suddenly?"Quentin didn't want to lie to her, but he had no other choice. Suppressing
Noelle couldn't eat anything because she felt nauseous, so she went straight to the library. However, the image of Quentin fighting desperately to save Xyla kept resurfacing in her mind, and Xyla's words kept ringing in her ears.Lost in thought, she couldn't concentrate on her studies all morning. At noon, she went to the restaurant next to the library as usual for lunch. But her appetite was poor, and she could barely eat, leaving more than half of her meal unfinished.Noelle left the restaurant, feeling depressed. As soon as she stepped out of the restaurant, the entire building collapsed with a deafening crash without warning. It crushed the people who were dining inside in an instant.Noelle injured her foot, rendering her immobile. In the end, she was taken to the hospital by rescue personnel.Sitting in the crowded emergency care department, she watched as one after another, blood-soaked patients were wheeled in, their cries filling the air. It felt like the landslide incide
Noelle told Gabriel, "Mr. Kingston, I'll be alright here, so you can go about your day. There's no need to concern yourself with me. Thank you for everything you've done for me, by the way!"However, he insisted, "Don't worry about it. We're family; there's no need for such formalities. It's just that Quentin's not answering my calls." He frowned and looked annoyed. "You should call him. He's your husband; he should be here to look after you."Quentin… Noelle smiled wryly. If it were Xyla who was injured, he'd probably find out about it in no time and rush back. "I'll ask Yvette to come over. There's no need for you to worry about me." She smiled, not wanting to expose her crumbling marriage to anyone else.Gabriel responded, "Yvette's probably at school right now. I don't have much going on, so I'll stay here with you. Hospitals tend to have tests and such, so I can help you out." He then stepped out again. This time, he returned with a basket of fruit. He sat on a chair and star
Quentin could still vividly remember the crazed look on that woman's face back then. Her behavior was undoubtedly influenced by her husband's and Gabriel's instigations. He felt repulsed just looking at Gabriel's contact number. So, he refused to answer his calls. …In the evening, while Quentin was at a business gathering, his client mentioned the collapse of the restaurant in Dragfort. That was when he realized that the restaurant he had been to with Noelle had collapsed during the lunch rush.He immediately called Noelle, but she didn't answer. Martin, on the other hand, showed him the rescue footage on his phone, and he immediately recognized a familiar figure being carried into an ambulance.Quentin's heart leaped into his throat, and he immediately asked Martin to book him a flight back to Dragfort. …Meanwhile, Noelle hadn't received a response from Lorraine, but she urgently needed to use the restroom. There was no way she could ask Gabriel to help her to the restroom