"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
However, the director promptly informed Quentin that there were no other available rooms. Due to the influx of patients that afternoon, not only were all of the private rooms in the hospital occupied, but so were the emergency beds. Quentin had no choice but to contact another hospital. He couldn't let Noelle stay in such an environment. After contacting the other hospital, he returned to the ward.Noelle had already emerged from the bathroom with Yvette's help. She walked very slowly. Because her foot was heavily bandaged, he couldn't tell how serious her injury was. Quentin regretted leaving for another city; if only he had stayed and had lunch with her, perhaps nothing would've happened to her. He stepped forward, took her arm, and scooped her up before walking out of the ward. "I found a better hospital for you. Let me take you there," he said gently.Anger was written all over her face, but she didn't want to make a scene in the ward. Once they were outside, she demanded,
Quentin thought Noelle must have heard those rumors, and that was why she was so heartbroken.Immediately, a wave of guilt and heartache surged within him.He stepped into the hospital building.In the hospital room, Yvette was angrily telling Noelle, "Noelle, don't be sad. There are plenty of good men in this world. If worse comes to worst, just dump Quentin! After all, he's blind and heartless!""What are you talking about?"When Quentin's ominous voice sounded, Yvette stood up from the bedside while puffing out her cheeks in anger.Despite the immense pressure emanating from Quentin, she grew even more furious.She stood there and pouted angrily, not saying a word.Quentin glared at her fiercely. "Get out!"So, this was what Yvette said about him when he was not around. He had just been telling others off for gossiping, but it turned out Yvette was also gossiping with such righteous indignation!Yvette pursed her lips and stormed out angrily.Quentin's dark gaze softened
The car was driven into the courtyard of the mansion.Mark walked into the house with a steady stride.Janet had spent the day volunteering at a welfare home with her good friends and had just arrived home. Seeing Mark return, she said, "Perfect timing, help me with my zipper."Janet was wearing a dress with a zipper at the back, which was stuck halfway and wouldn't budge.Mark walked over with a smile in his eyes. He grabbed the zipper tab and pulled it down, freeing it. "It was stuck," he said.His face showed the same gentle affection as when he was young. Janet couldn't help but tiptoe and kiss the corner of his mouth before smiling and saying, "I'm going to take a shower.""Mm." Mark's gentle affection was flawless.Janet walked toward the bathroom in just her underwear. Though she was middle-aged, her figure was still well-maintained, and she retained her youthful grace. Her skin was soft, and though slightly loose, it was still much better than most women her age.Mark w
Dennis felt disgruntled and unwilling, and he shouted at Quentin in the private room of the club. When he found out it was about Xyla again, he wanted to strangle her.Quentin brought out a bottle of his cherished wine. "I'm offering you a drink. Aren't you happy?"Seeing the wine he had long wanted to taste but Quentin had always been reluctant to share, Dennis snorted. "Just get to the point!"Quentin poured a glass for each of them and downed half of his in one gulp before saying, "Do you think what happened that day was real?"Dennis took a sip, savoring the long-desired taste. "What do you mean?""Do you think Xyla being bullied was real?"Dennis replied, "Obviously not! How convenient is it that she got bullied just as you walked out of the private room? Not before, not after, but right when you were there to play the hero!"Quentin frowned and still found it hard to understand."But what woman would arrange to have herself humiliated?"Dennis raised an eyebrow. "Xyla, o