Christian's sudden move caught Noelle off guard, and she nearly collided with his chest. She quickly stepped back, her hands gripping the kitchen counter for support.The memory of that quick kiss in the hospital hallway flashed through her mind, and she felt a warm flush rise to her cheeks."Selling pigs now, are we? Talking about claiming? Get lost!" Noelle snapped, her face stern as she lifted her foot to kick Christian's shin.Taking advantage of his momentary pain, she quickly made her escape.Christian watched her retreating figure, clearly flustered by his teasing. His lips curled into a smirk, but in the next instant, he started after her.As Noelle hurried up the stairs, she suddenly tripped and fell, landing in an undignified heap.Christian heard the loud thud and saw her sprawled out on the stairs, which sent a jolt of fear through him. He rushed over to her in just a few steps."Where did you hurt yourself? Does it hurt anywhere, hmm?" he asked, his voice filled wit
"I'll watch you sleep," Christian said softly, a smile playing in his eyes.Noelle, feeling a sudden wave of heat, quickly pulled the covers up and turned away, closing her eyes. Without hesitation, she spat out a single word, "Leave!"Christian's lips curved into a grin.He wrapped his arms around her through the blanket, leaning down to whisper in her ear, the only part of her still exposed. "You're blushing."Just then, the door creaked open, and Emily poked her head in. "Elle..."Emily was just about to ask Noelle if she had tripped—she'd heard a loud thud from the bathroom—but she paused, seeing the scene in front of her.She quickly pulled her head back out and closed the door."Get out!" Noelle snapped, glaring at Christian.Christian chuckled softly, then stood up, "Alright, I'm leaving. See you in the morning. Goodnight, Babe."He stood by the bed, touched his fingers to his lips, and blew her a playful kiss.As he headed downstairs, he spotted Emily in the living ro
Noelle instantly fell silent, knowing that Christian was the type to do whatever he wanted.Just then, Quentin and Martin, both dressed in dark coats, happened to walk by.Quentin's eyes locked onto the scene, and he froze in place. At that moment, his heart was overtaken by a powerful mix of bitterness, anger, and resentment. His expression quickly turned cold.When their eyes met, Noelle hesitated.Then she noticed Quentin turn to a nearby airport staff member and ask in Phonish, "Aren't your luggage carts meant for luggage?"Though phrased as a question, his tone clearly expressed disapproval of using the cart to carry a person—especially an adult.Immediately, the staff member walked over to Noelle and Christian. "Sorry, but the young lady needs to get down from the cart."Noelle felt a wave of embarrassment.From a distance, Quentin's lips curled into a mocking smile before he turned and walked away.Noelle was about to get down when Christian extended his arms toward her
Just then, Julian brought Noelle a glass of peach juice, which she quickly drank to hide her embarrassment.“Is it sweet?” Christian asked, sitting across from her, his lips curving slightly, a playful glint in his eyes.Thinking he was asking about the juice, Noelle nodded without looking up.Christian's smile deepened. "Very sweet?"Noelle nodded again. "Mm-hmm"The amusement in Christian's eyes was becoming harder to conceal. He leaned forward, closing the distance between them. "Do you want it even sweeter?"Noelle nodded again, but then, realizing what he might mean, quickly shook her head. "No, it's sweet enough!"She meant that she didn't need anything sweeter.But before she could react, a fresh, woody scent enveloped her, and when she looked up, Christian's face was just inches away.Christian pressed lips to hers.He kissed her gently, savoring her sweetness, the sensation like tasting the most delicate jelly, making it hard to stop.Noelle's eyes widened in shock
Lia asked the sales assistant to bring over the limited-edition handbag, and Michael casually handed over a card. In just a few minutes, they completed a transaction worth several hundred thousand.After paying, Lia, holding the branded shopping bag, linked her arm through Michael's, her face full of affection."That looks like Elle!" she remarked, spotting Noelle.Michael glanced up briefly, his eyes flicking toward Noelle in the VIP lounge.That look seemed deep, yet also conveyed nothing at all. "Hmm," was all he said."Should we go over and say hi?" Lia suggested. They were on the next flight after Noelle's.Michael's expression remained indifferent. "We don't have time for that."Lia was pleased, noting how Michael didn't seem to care about his daughter at all.Once she bore their son, everything Michael had would eventually belong to him.Lia pursed her crimson lips. "Alright then."The two turned and headed towards the VIP lounge for their flight.When Noelle saw Mich
At that moment, Quentin felt as if his heart had been crushed by an invisible hand. The pain and suffocating pressure in his chest left his face twisted in anguish.Noelle was actually willing to miss her flight for Christian.Was Christian really that important to her?He couldn't help himself—he had to go after her.At the exit, he caught up and grabbed her arm. "You're really not getting on the plane because of him? Are you going to skip work tomorrow too? Hmm?"Noelle didn't understand why he kept following her. Meeting his piercing gaze, she coldly curled her lips. "That's right."Quentin's arm suddenly went stiff, his entire body feeling as though it had been frozen. So, she was truly willing to throw everything away for another man!Noelle quickly walked away, leaving Quentin standing there as if he were encased in ice.He stood motionless for a long time until the final boarding call jarred him out of his daze, and he left, defeated.In another VIP lounge, Michael sat
Julian, knowing exactly what Christian was thinking, immediately put on a serious expression. "Mr. Blackwood, there aren't any available flights to Eastlandia for the next couple of days!”Christian looked troubled, continuing to rub his chin. "Then how do we get back? What about connecting flights?"Julian shook his head, "No luck there either!"Noelle started to panic. She turned back toward them. "What are we going to do?"She was supposed to be at work tomorrow, and now she had no idea when she'd be able to return. She had no clue what she'd tell her boss.Christian raised an eyebrow slyly. "Call me hubby, and I'll sort it out for you!"His voice was smooth and persuasive, causing Noelle to hesitate for a moment."Plenty of people probably want to call you that," she retorted.But she's not one of them.Christian decided to stop teasing her.He gave Julian a command, "See if anyone's willing to give up their ticket. Offer them ten times the fare."Julian quickly turned t
How silly. Ten months for a pregnancy and birth—it seemed Christian hadn't even considered that.There was no way he'd be welcoming a baby this year.Christian threw out a parting shot before ending the call. "That IQ must come from your wife!"Steven stared at the now silent phone, muttering, "That brat! Blaming me now?"He turned to Beatrice to share the exchange.Noelle couldn't help herself, she burst into laughter but quickly stifled it, worried Christian might get upset.She composed herself and looked out the window, trying to appear serious.Why does she find their father-son banter so endearing?Christian watched her through his sunglasses, and couldn't help but let his lips curve into a smile as if something pleasant had crossed his mind.Then someone tapped him on the shoulder."Mr. Blackwood, it is you!" A sweet, excited voice chirped.Christian removed his sunglasses, his brows arching in annoyance. "Do I know you?"The woman was dressed in a trendy black coat,