Emmie's expression was the same as usual as she returned to the private dining room. "Everyone, please enjoy yourselves! Don't be shy!" she said warmly to her students.After the celebration, her students drove Emmie back to her dormitory at Collinview University. The building was a five-story walk-up, and Emmie found it unusually strenuous to climb up the stairs that night. Emmie was completely drained by the time she reached the landing between the fourth and fifth floors. Leaning against the wall of the stairwell, she tried to catch her breath. But when she looked up, her breath caught in her throat as she noticed the figure standing at the entrance to her apartment. Michael, dressed head-to-toe in black, leaned against the wall, smoking a cigarette. He looked just like the rebellious young man he once was. "What, you can see Elijah but not me?" he asked coldly. Her breath caught as she clenched her fists. She forced herself up the last few steps, but when she tried to scan
Noelle was startled when she heard that familiar voice. Her brows knitted as she pushed the hot chocolate away. "Thanks, but I don't drink this stuff; it makes me gain weight!" With that, she stood up and left.Quentin watched as the person he had been longing for walked away and felt his heart sinking. He picked up the pen she had used, scribbled a few words on a blank piece of paper, and left.Noelle stayed in her dorm for a while before calling the nurse on duty to see if Quentin had left. when the nurse told her that he had left a while ago, she came out. However, the nurse was very nosy. "Dr. Xanthos, who was that guy? He was quite handsome. Does he have a thing for you?" Noelle didn't want to talk about Quentin, so she just smiled and went to the doctor's office. Before she could sit down, she noticed the note on the desk. "Elle, I'm sorry." The bold handwriting was clearly Quentin's.However, there was no point in apologizing now. It was over between them, so his apology
Noelle helped Eleanor pick out a few outfits and then Eleanor chose a few more on her own while Christian paid for everything. Eleanor glanced at Noelle, then at her eldest grandson, wondering if the young woman would be interested in him. With a smile, she asked, "Elle, do you have a boyfriend?"Since she was divorced, it was safe to say she didn't have one. Noelle shook her head and smiled. "No, I don't."Eleanor continued, "What do you think of Chris?"Christian was at a loss for words. Couldn't she give him a heads-up before she tried to play matchmaker?Noelle glanced at the man, who was standing there awkwardly, and thought of what he'd said in the private dining room. With a smile, she responded, "He's great, but a fortune-teller told me I'm destined to be a widow, so I wouldn't want to waste Mr. Blackwood's time."Christian was dumbfounded. Eleanor was taken aback as well. At her age, she couldn't help but believe in things like fate. "Oh dear, we need to find a way to c
Noelle was at a loss and had no idea what to do. She had no choice but to sit on the floor and tell Zara, "I can't make him change his mind, but I can drink with you!"Noelle called a waiter over and ordered two bottles of wine. "Let's have a drink, shall we?"Zara was taken aback. "You're not going to work tomorrow?" she seemed to have sobered up a little.Noelle responded, "I would do anything for you!"Zara shook her head again, her face still wet with tears, but she had already stood up. "No, I can't let you. What if you make a mistake tomorrow? I'd be the one to blame!"Noelle figured she wasn't that drunk. She stood up and said, "Alright then, let's go home." She extended her hand to Zara and led her away.From a nearby booth, Christian withdrew his gaze and glanced at Leonard. "Is there someone named Zachary in the hotel?"Leonard responded, "I think there's a housekeeping manager named Zachary Hughes."The Four Seasons Lodge was owned by the Blackwood family, and Leonar
Michael laid Emmie down on the bed and sat beside her. Taking her sprained ankle in his hand, he started to massage it. Emmie hissed. Without a word, he continued to massage her ankle for a while before standing up and leaving the room.As soon as he was outside, he pulled out his phone and made a call. "Tell Elijah to behave himself. If he contacts Emmie again, he can forget about his treatment and head straight back to his hometown!" Michael's voice was cold and menacing. He then hung up on them.His gaze landed on the medication that he had brought home from the hospital, sitting on the coffee table. His expression darkened further as he took the medicine and a glass of water and returned to the room.Michael measured out the prescribed amount of medication and held it out to her. Emmie hesitated for a moment, her hand shaking as she accepted them. He watched as she took the pills. He then sat on the couch across from her. Just then, her phone, which was on the coffee table,
Lia had already changed into a sheer silk robe. She walked toward Michael, her hips swaying suggestively as she wrapped her hands around his neck and pressed her soft body against his chest. Her voice was sweet and seductive as she murmured, "Michael…"The man's eyes held a mix of tenderness, indulgence, and a touch of indifference. He held her arm and pulled her away from him. "How long has it been since the surgery? Are we allowed to do it now?"Lia had a miscarriage six months into her pregnancy and had been bleeding continuously since then. His words instantly dampened her mood. She sat on the bed, frowning and pouting, clearly upset. Michael walked over and gently squeezed her shoulders. "Don't worry. We can take it slow."Lia was on the verge of tears. she wanted to take it slow, but how could she when his mind was constantly occupied by thoughts about another woman? He handed her a glass of milk. Holding the glass in her hands, her eyes were filled with tears as she ponde
Tears welled up in Noelle's large eyes, dampening her thick lashes. Her expression was so pure and innocent that it stirred an inexplicable sense of guilt within Christian.He looked into those eyes and felt his heart race. He, who had been confessed to by numerous girls since his teens, was starting to feel like he was going to lose control. Christian stood up and pulled out an exquisite little box from his pocket. "My grandmother wants you to have this."He handed her the small box, then pulled out his phone and dialed a number. "Hurry up and fix the elevator!" He regretted having someone stop the elevator and scaring the young woman. Her fright seemed to tug at his heartstrings, making him uncomfortable. He couldn't even remember why he'd trapped her in the elevator in the first place.Noelle looked at the jewelry box in her hand, then at the tall figure standing near the elevator door. She straightened up and carefully stood against the elevator wall, as if she might fall at
That person sighed. "You're such a sentimental man, Mr. Lowe." "Excuse me, I need to use the restroom," Quentin thought about the past and suddenly felt overwhelmed. He got up and walked away.Noelle was back to her radiant self when she emerged from the restroom. Just then, she noticed a man approaching from the side. Noticing the tall figure in a beige sweater and jeans, Quentin froze. "Elle."Noelle frowned when she heard that familiar voice, wondering why he hadn't returned to Dragfort yet. She turned around and looked at the handsome man. "Can I help you, Mr. Lowe?" Her expression was indifferent, as if she was looking at a stranger. It was almost as if they had never been married for three years. Quentin felt a dull ache in his chest. "Please don't be like this, Elle." He walked up to her, his gaze deepening as his heartache was etched on his face. He reached out to grasp her delicate wrist.Noelle shot him a disdainful look as she swatted his hand away. "Don't be like wha