Chapter 503

Christian had never been more serious.

After speaking, he released Noelle, turned on his heel, and walked away.

Noelle felt as if her whole body was burning.

It wasn't until he opened the door to leave that she noticed he had left his original scarf on her couch.

She picked it up and rushed to the door. “Christian, your scarf!”

Her face was flushed pink, her lips bright red, still glistening with the remnants of his kiss.

Christian felt a wave of tenderness wash over him.

He walked back to her, gently cupped her face, and this time, placed a soft, lingering kiss on her lips. "Throw it away. I like the one you made for me more."

He flashed a smile and turned to leave.

As Quentin stepped out of the elevator, he saw the scene unfold.

At that moment, his handsome face turned icy, and a chill settled in the air around him.

When Christian walked past him, he casually adjusted the scarf as if making it more comfortable.

Whether deliberate or not, the gesture stung Quentin deeply,