Chapter 467

It was Saturday morning. When Noelle opened the door, the door across the hallway swung open, as if the person had been waiting for her.

Dressed in a cream-colored trench coat, Quentin looked dashing. Initially, he wanted to join her in the elevator, but he held himself back. He stood in front of another elevator and looked into her eyes. "I'm truly sorry about what happened yesterday. I promise I'll keep my emotions under control in the future. So, please don't be mad at me, okay?"

Noelle couldn't care less if he could control his emotions or not. All she wanted was for him to leave her alone. She hoped that what happened last night would never repeat itself. "Feel free to do whatever you want, Mr. Lowe," she said calmly, stepping into the elevator as the doors slid open.

Quentin felt a dull ache in his chest. Did she really not care about him anymore? He wanted to confront her, to ask how she could be so cruel, but his feet stayed planted. He'd promised to keep his emotions under