Lorraine scoffed and turned her head away, not wanting to look at him.Mark froze for a moment, but he quickly smoothed it over with a smile. "There's an old saying that goes, 'The wise are those who know when to yield.' Just think about it—you had a perfectly good life; why did you have to go against me?"Looking at her beautiful face, he couldn't resist the urge to trace her delicate features. The woman's skin was silky and glowing, a far cry from most women in their 50s. Relishing the sensation, he said, "All you need to do is be a good girl and admit you were wrong, and I'll keep treating you right. Does that sound good?"Lorraine's lips curled into a sneer as she turned around and sauntered over to the couch. Plopping down, she crossed one long leg over the other. Mark's gaze lingered on the creamy white skin that peeked out from beneath her black skirt."Doesn't it bother you, Mr. Lowe? I've been with so many men; you might catch something!"Lorraine pulled a cigarette fro
Noelle couldn't help but tug at the corner of her lips when she realized he thought she was acting out of character because she had bottled up all her negative emotions. But she pretended to be asleep and ignored him.The next morning, Quentin went to work, and Noelle gave Lorraine a ring to meet up for lunch. Lorraine asked, "Alright, fess up. What's up with you?" Lorraine was certain that something was up after witnessing her strange behavior the day before.Noelle's gaze flickered for a brief moment. "What are you on about? Nothing's up!" Soon, it was noon, and the ladies met at the new fine dining restaurant in Dragfort. The restaurant boasted lush, garden-inspired decor with intricately designed floral patterns and elegant chandeliers. After lunch, the two of them stood in the hallway and chatted."Quentin didn't blame you for driving Xyla to the brink of death?" Lorraine asked, skepticism written all over her face. Noelle arched her brow. "Blame me? He has no right to! H
Noelle was caught off guard by Quentin's overly pleasant attitude. She couldn't help but wonder if he had some hidden agenda.Quentin drove Noelle back to her apartment in his Lamborghini. "The car is yours to keep. Since you've driven it, I doubt any woman I end up with will want it." With that, he tossed her the keys and vanished into the night.His words made her heart sink. Noelle couldn't believe he was already thinking about finding someone new when their divorce hadn't even been finalized yet. She lugged her suitcase upstairs, organized her belongings, and read for a while before turning in for the night. The next morning, she arrived at the courthouse right on the dot. Quentin was already there, standing at the entrance. Dressed in a black overcoat, matching scarf, and sunglasses, he looked distinguished and cultured. "He's such a sanctimonious man," she brooded. When she walked over, he glanced at his wristwatch and said, "It's getting late. Let's get this done quickly;
Monica returned home and found Madison playing the piano in the living room. Without a moment's hesitation, she stormed up to her and slapped her hard. "Stop playing that damned piano! It's literally the only thing you do every day! You can't even hold on to your own husband; what do you expect me to do with you?"The melodious piano notes were cut short. In the blink of an eye, a vivid handprint appeared on Madison's pale cheek, and her fingers, which had been flitting effortlessly over the keys, froze. Monica was livid. "Listen up! I don't care what you have to do, but you'd better get pregnant this month! Because if you don't, I'll have your parents come get you! We have no room for a barren woman in this house!"Madison could feel her temples throb, but she bit her lip and remained silent. Monica was well aware that she wouldn't get a word out of her, even if she beat her to a pulp, so she stormed off. As soon as he walked in, Chance was met with this scene, and he frowned, w
Emmie and Noelle rarely had the chance to spend time together, so their two hours together felt like a fleeting treasure to the former. However, the latter's heart was heavy with anxiety. The thought of her mother going back to Collinview was like a dark cloud hovering over Noelle. After all, Lia was more cunning than Xyla, and Michael doted on her so much. Noelle was afraid that her mother would be hurt.Two hours later, as the two of them were leaving the private dining room, they ran into someone. The man noticed Emmie and called out, "Em!" It was Elijah. Emmie was caught off guard for a moment. Elijah walked over and looked at Noelle curiously. Then, realization dawned on him. "Is this your daughter?"Emmie nodded. "Yeah. Elle, this is Mr. Callahan.""Nice to meet you, Mr. Callahan," Noelle said.Looking at Noelle, Elijah recalled their chance meeting at the restaurant. So, she really was her daughter. He smiled, a note of wistfulness in his deep-set eyes. "You've grown so
Quentin's familiar scent enveloped Noelle, causing her cheeks to heat up. Flustered, she looked up and glared at him. "Are you out of your mind? I wasn't staring at you down there!"Quentin frowned. "I was talking about my legs. What on earth were you thinking?" Noelle was mortified. However, he had continued on with his clients toward the private dining room. "Noelle!" Just then, Yvette arrived. Dressed in a pink coat, she looked like a doll. The ladies then walked over to the booth together. As soon as she sat down, Yvette started gossiping, "Oh, you won't believe what I heard about Professor Callahan, Noelle! Apparently, he was sent to the Great Northwest because he crossed a big shot!"But I also heard that it was because that bigwig stole his childhood sweetheart. He was worried that she might still have feelings for Professor Callahan, so he straight-up forced him to leave Collinview University!"Noelle frowned. "Childhood sweetheart?"Yvette's lashes fluttered. "Mhm. I h
When Quentin arrived at Neon Nights, Zion and Dennis were already in the private room. Zion was a tall, slender man who wore gold-rimmed glasses. His skin was very pale, most likely a result of his extensive time in the lab, and he had a scholarly air. As soon as he saw Quentin, he asked, "So, you've really gotten a divorce?""Yep," Quentin answered, plopping down on the couch. He lit a cigarette, leaned back in his seat, and crossed his legs, looking lost in thought. Zion chuckled. "Does this have anything to do with what I said?" The other day, Quentin had called him, asking him what to do about Noelle's condition. He had told him to do whatever she wanted. He hadn't expected him to go through with it. He'd said it in jest that day, but now that they were actually divorced, Zion felt guilty. "No way." Quentin sat up from the couch, suddenly full of energy. He flicked the ash off his cigarette into the ashtray. Zion and Dennis looked at him, puzzled. After flicking the ash
Yvette looked Gabriel up and down with disdain. "So, you're telling me that you're still whining about a kick my cousin gave you a month ago? Seriously? Aren't you supposed to be a man?"Gabriel's expression hardened. He vowed to himself that once he took over the Lowe family, he'd make this insolent young lady pay.Noelle frowned and called out, "Yvette!"Yvette huffed and fell silent."Please don't take her words to heart, Mr. Kingston. Yvette's still young, after all," Noelle said apologetically. She had always thought of Yvette as her younger sister. "Young?" She's in her 20s!" Gabriel brooded. However, he plastered a smile on his face and said, "It's okay. The Lowes have never liked me, so I can understand why she feels this way."Yvette huffed and turned her head away, as she couldn't be bothered to deal with him. "I'll leave you two to it." Gabriel nodded politely at Noelle and left.Yvette's brows drew together. "Don't let him deceive you, Noelle. Everyone in his fami