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
In the car, Quentin called Yvette. "Where's my wife?"Yvette had just arrived home. "Noelle must be home already!" Since she'd left the restaurant with Noelle, it was only natural for her to assume that she had gone home.Quentin demanded, "Call her and find out where she is!"His voice was so stern that Yvette could feel her eldest cousin's commanding presence through the phone. Annoyed, she pouted and called Noelle, oblivious to the way Quentin had addressed Noelle. "Where are you, Noelle?" Yvette asked as soon as the call connected.Noelle responded, "I'm at Corner Café. What's going on?""Oh, nothing much," Yvette said. As soon as she hung up the phone, she called Quentin back and told him where Noelle was. After hanging up the phone, Quentin hopped into his car and sped off to the Corner Café. Even from afar, he could see Gabriel and Noelle chatting animatedly in the café. It was clear that they were enjoying each other's company. However, to Quentin, Gabriel was nothin
Even though Gabriel's message made her sick to the stomach and wiped out any gratitude she felt for him, Noelle was still mad at Quentin. "Fine, if you don't believe me, then don't." Quentin rose from his seat and left. Noelle felt a knot in her stomach and left soon after. As soon as Quentin got into the car, Martin sent him the call logs he'd copied from Gabriel's phone. Quentin went through the call logs and found numerous entries between Gabriel and Xyla over the past two months. Xyla had even reached out to Gabriel when she had been isolated in that remote village. Quentin inhaled sharply. He doubted Xyla could pull everything off on her own. Hence, he was convinced that Gabriel was the person who was helping her behind the scenes.…Meanwhile, Gabriel was finally freed from the storage room. He picked up his phone off the ground and, in a fit of rage, trashed the entire café. After trashing the place, he called Noelle. He didn't want her to think he was the type to bail o