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,
"Has it almost been 5 months since Yvette went to the Utopia States? I wonder if she'll come back to see me. Well, so much for all the love I gave her," Fred grumbled as he lay down.Noelle's heart skipped a beat as she wondered, "Does Yvette know that Fred is terminally ill?" After Fred fell asleep, she called Yvette, as she figured she shouldn't be in class at this hour. Soon, Yvette answered. "Noelle?"Noelle stood in the dark corridor. "Grandpa's not doing so well, Yvette. He's been diagnosed with late-stage stomach cancer. Could you come back to see him? He misses you a lot."Yvette fell silent for a while, staring down at her baby bump. She was aware of her grandfather's illness, but there was no way she could go back in this condition. "Noelle, I have a rather busy schedule at the moment, so I won’t be able to make it back. I’ll FaceTime Grandpa soon."Noelle frowned. "Is everything alright, Yvette?" Usually, she'd definitely come back once she found out about Fred's condi
After a while, Fred woke up. Noelle helped him freshen up, while Quentin helped from the side. Fred asked, "Why don't you take Elle home to get some rest, Quentin? I'll be fine with a caregiver here, so you should head back to work as well."Quentin nodded in response. Fred then turned to Noelle and said, "Elle, be a good girl and go home! I'll call you when I miss you." He cared deeply for Noelle. Even though he knew how much she treasured the time she spent with him, he didn’t want her to overwork herself.Her thick lashes fluttered. "Okay." Deep down, she decided she would visit Fred again that evening and go straight to the airport from the hospital the next day.Quentin offered, "Let me give you a ride."Noelle remained silent in front of Fred, but as soon as she and Quentin were outside, she stopped in her tracks and said, "I can hail a cab, so please go back, Mr. Lowe." Her expression was as cold as a frozen lake in winter, and when she looked at him, her eyes were compl
Christian had just returned from a business gathering, and the alcohol in his system made him feel a little agitated. He was about to loosen his tie when a figure with unkempt hair stumbled into his arms.Before he could even register what was happening, his arm had already wrapped around the woman's waist. "Hey, what's wrong?"But instead of a response, all he heard was her soft sobs. Noelle held onto his shirt, trembling. "Help me…"Christian had never encountered such a situation before. He felt his heart tighten, and without a second thought, he tightened his hold on her waist and slipped his other hand under her knees, lifting her into his arms.…Meanwhile, a Bentley rolled to a stop outside the hotel. The man inside swung the door open and stepped out. Quentin straightened his suit before heading into the hotel and handing his ID to the front desk. "I'd like a room next to room 1115, please."He'd learned an hour ago that Noelle was in room 1115 at Four Seasons Lodge. He
Noelle also noticed the person at the door and frowned slightly. Christian arched his brow, shoved his hands in his pockets, and walked over to the door. He sized Quentin up. "And you are…"However, Quentin ignored him. His obsidian-like eyes locked onto the woman, who was sitting on the couch with an indifferent expression. "I'm her deceased husband!" He had no idea how far things had gone between his ex-wife and this guy, but his voice was ice cold, and there was a chill in the air around him. He couldn't believe that he was as good as dead in her eyes. His words landed like a pebble in a still pond, sending ripples through Christian's mind. He tore his gaze away from the man and cocked his brow. "Nice to meet you!"Then, he turned to ask Noelle, "Would you like me to give you guys some space?"Noelle responded apathetically, "No. I have nothing to talk about with Mr. Lowe." She brought the glass from the coffee table to her lips and took a sip. The cold water sent chills thro
Julian responded, "We've never done anything like this before, Mr. Blackwood!""I want to. Is there a problem?" Christian asked.His nonchalant tone was a clear sign that he was losing his patience. Julian decided not to push his luck and said, "No, Mr. Blackwood."Despite the fact that he was about to lose half a billion dollars in profits, Christian appeared to be in a good mood. After hanging up, he made his way to the restaurant. From a distance, he spotted a familiar figure sitting quietly at a table. A suitcase lay at her feet. To avoid her turning his arm into a specimen again, Christian sat further away this time. "Are you heading back to Collinview?" he asked, raising a glass of wine.Without looking up, Noelle responded, "Yeah.""When's your flight?" He swirled the glass in his hand as his amber eyes locked on her. "Tomorrow at 9:00 am." Perhaps after what happened that afternoon, she didn't seem to dislike him as much anymore. Christian breathed a sigh of relief.
"Are you okay?" Quentin hastily took off his suit jacket, which was drenched in sulfuric acid, and tossed it aside. With him shielding her, Noelle was completely unharmed. She nodded. "I'm fine!" Without a moment to spare, she rushed to the young woman's side and ordered Quentin, "Call 911!" Then, she hastily pulled out tissues from her bag and gently dabbed at the acid on the woman's face. …Meanwhile, Christian had just finished his meal at the restaurant in Four Seasons Lodge and was about to leave when he noticed a middle-aged couple settling into a table across from him. The woman's voice was filled with fear as she said, "That was so scary! That man was clearly aiming for the lady with the long hair and blue cardigan. Thank goodness someone saved her! But the poor woman who was just passing by got the whole bottle of acid on her face. Talk about bad luck!"The man, still rattled, agreed. "Yeah, that poor young lady was just extremely unlucky. I'm just glad we were a safe