Christian looked over and noticed Noelle stumbling past the women's restroom and making a beeline for the men's. Exasperated, he called out, "Hey!" He swiftly closed the distance between them and grabbed the back of Noelle's collar, lifting her out of the men's restroom like she was a stray kitten and setting her down in front of the women's restroom. "You're supposed to go in here!""Oh." Noelle, tipsy and muddled, shuffled inside. The back collar of her thin sweater was all askew, yet she didn't seem to notice. It wasn’t long before a woman’s heart-wrenching sobs could be heard from the women’s restroom. "No… It can't be…"Christian had just lit a cigarette and was about to turn around to take a drag when he heard her cries. He immediately turned around and found Noelle huddled in the women's restroom, crying her eyes out."What's the matter, princess?" Christian was at a loss for words. He strode over, grabbed her by the collar, and lifted her up like she weighed nothing, turni
Christian didn't want to tarnish Noelle's reputation. Zara rode with Christian and looked after the inebriated Noelle in the back. Once they arrived at Noelle's place, Christian opened the rear car door and carried Noelle out. After laying Noelle on the bed, he ordered, "Stay here and look after her." He had heard too many horror stories about drunk people choking on their vomit and dying in their sleep. He refused to let that happen to Noelle.Even though Zara was eager to meet up with Zachary, she didn't dare go against Christian, so she stayed behind to take care of Noelle.An hour later, Christian called. "Is she alright?" His voice was a stark contrast to the warmth he'd shown Noelle.Zara felt a twinge of jealousy. Why would such a handsome, wealthy man be interested in Noelle? What did Noelle have that she didn't?"She's sleeping soundly, Mr. Blackwood," Zara said coquettishly. She hoped for some kind of response from him, but there was none. As soon as she said that, he
No matter how much she usually questioned Michael's character or even confronted him, Noelle didn't dare to say a word at that moment, because he was a respected figure in the medical world, and she knew she really shouldn't have drunk last night. With her gaze lowered, she looked remorseful. "It won't happen again." Without sparing her another glance, Michael left. When Noelle returned to the office, she found another bouquet of flowers on her desk, just like the one from yesterday—roses and lisianthus. She picked them up, and searched for a card, but found none, so she handed them to Zara. "You can have them."Zara held her tongue in front of Noelle but secretly curled her lips in disdain. At the end of the day, she threw the bouquet straight into the hospital trash can.When Noelle returned home and walked out of the elevator, she noticed the neighbors across the hall bringing in new furniture. Curious, she peeked inside, recalling that an older couple lived there. And she w
Yvette could tell Noelle was embarrassed, so she sent her a face-palm laughing emoji. Just then, she felt a gentle kick from inside. Yvette placed her hand on her belly, and a warm smile spread across her face. "Jo, I'll take good care of the baby and raise them on my own," she thought. …Meanwhile, Quentin also came across Noelle's video. He was green with envy as he watched her cry and insist she had three arms, all while another man comforted her. He spent the entire night tossing and turning, unable to sleep. He feared that she might become someone else's woman before he could win her over. Unable to sleep, Quentin called Dennis. "Help me come up with a way to drive that scion away from Elle!"Dennis was the one who had sent him that video. Quentin had dug up Christian's identity; he was the eldest son of the Blackwood family and the most influential man in Collinview.Dennis was reluctant to help, especially since Quentin was the one who had messed up. However, he feare
Quentin pressed "1" and said, "Grandpa's sick; he has late-stage stomach cancer."The elevator descended rapidly. The man beside Noelle gripped the handle of his suitcase with one hand and tucked the other into his pocket, his expression growing solemn.Her heart lurched, and she tilted her head. "When was this?" She believed that no matter how awful Quentin was, he would never joke about his grandfather. Quentin looked down at the ground. "His stomach's been hurting for a while, so he got it checked out. The results came in yesterday."Her breathing quickened, and her heart sank. "I'll go see him when I get a day off in a few days."Then, the elevator reached the first floor, and Noelle stepped out. He breathed a sigh of relief as he watched her leave. After a moment, he followed suit.As soon as she got into her car, she received a call from an unknown number. "My grandmother wants to see you, little widow!"Noelle wrinkled her nose in disgust when she heard the familiar, twi
Noelle was about to swipe her room key when a middle-aged man in a suit emerged from the elevator. He walked over to her and said politely, "Ms. Xanthos, we've taken the liberty of upgrading your room to the presidential suite. Please allow me to show you the way." Noelle turned around and tugged at the corner of her lips. "I think there's been a mistake. I only paid for a standard room."The man explained, "There's no mistake, Ms. Xanthos. Please let me show you to your new room." With that, he took her suitcase. Noelle followed the man to the exclusive VIP floor and felt as if she had stepped into a whole new world. Everything around her was overwhelmingly luxurious. The man led her to a room and personally opened the door for her. "After you, Ms. Xanthos."Noelle hesitantly walked in, taking in the opulent surroundings. The man rolled her suitcase and said, "I'm your personal butler, Ms. Xanthos. Please let me know if you need anything."Puzzled, she was about to question the
Noelle immediately shut the door. Outside, Christian chuckled a few times before walking away. …It was already 11:00 pm, and Noelle was exhausted. After a quick shower, she turned in. Before she knew it, morning had arrived. Noelle texted Quentin to ask about Fred's hospital. Then, she headed downstairs for breakfast.While she was eating, a figure took a seat beside her. The refreshing scent of grapefruit and lemon, with undertones of jasmine and sandalwood, filled the air. Noelle looked over and frowned at Christian. Christian met her hostile gaze with a hint of nonchalance. He inched toward her and asked, "Am I that irresistible to you?"Noelle was at a loss for words. When she looked away, her attention was immediately drawn to the man's hand, which was resting on the table. Christian wore a tailored brown shirt. His wrist was well-defined, and his fingers were long and slender.A smile played on her lips as she reached out and gently lifted his hand. There was a g
Quentin's heart sank when he noticed the anger and disappointment in Janet's eyes."Alright, alright, dry those tears. Let's sit down and catch up!" Janet pulled Noelle over to the couch and started asking her about her life, from her studies to her job at the hospital, and how she was doing in general.After Noelle answered all her questions, she smiled. "I'm so glad to hear everything is going well for you!"Meanwhile, Xyla peered through the window and clenched her fists when she noticed it was really Noelle sitting on the couch. So, it was true; she was back, and to think she was now a graduate student, studying medicine. "Why the hell does that bitch get to live such a good life while I have to keep going to the hospital for follow-up treatments?" she brooded. Also, she had to earn every penny for those treatments by selling her body. Why was life so unfair? These thoughts sparked a burning hatred in Xyla. Why didn't that bitch just drown in the ocean that day?…At noon,