Chapter 434

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