Chapter 297

Quentin had no choice but to let go of Noelle. "Then, let me at least touch you."

Noelle blushed and slapped him. "You perv!"

The sound of a sharp slap pierced through the air. Both Quentin and Noelle froze for a moment.

He seized her hand, which had just slapped him, and demanded. "Caress my face, got it? If you don't, you'll see what happens!"

Noelle had no choice but to caress his face. "Happy now, big guy?"

Quentin grinned before pretending to be annoyed and spitting out, "Fine, you can go."

Noelle headed off to study. Just then, his phone rang. It was sitting on the bedside table, and he immediately noticed the familiar name. "Xyla."

His forehead creased. At some point, he had developed an inexplicable aversion to her name, though he couldn't quite recall when it had first begun. He didn't want to hear this name, and he didn't want to answer her call either. But his sense of responsibility compelled him to answer his phone.

Xyla sounded calm as she said, "I've decided no