Noelle stopped and glanced back briefly. "With all these bodyguards here, they'll take you to the hospital. I don't have any medicine, equipment, or a way to examine you, right? And I'm just a student—I can't treat you."Her expression was incredulous as if asking Quentin what good it would do for her to forgive him or stay.The look on her face made Quentin's heart grow cold."Maybe Ms. Cadwell can stay with you," Noelle added mockingly before turning and walking away.Every time Xyla had a headache or a fever, real or not, Quentin would rush to her side without hesitation.Once, when Fred locked them in a room at the Lowe Mansion, Quentin even jumped from the second floor to get to her.He had always been so devoted to Xyla—now it was only fitting that Xyla should take care of him.Noelle thought bitterly as she walked away into the night.Behind her, Quentin closed his eyes, thinking, "Yes, he deserved this."When Christian saw her slim figure reappear in his view, his hear
So, where were the promised empanadas?Christian stood outside Noelle's door for a while, frustrated, but eventually, he had no choice but to leave.The next morning, Noelle was on rounds with Viola in the gastroenterology department.As she was taking notes, she heard Viola say, "Mr. Lowe, your stomach issues are caused by irregular habits. You need to eat properly and cut back on the alcohol."Noelle paused and looked up, only to see a familiar face on the hospital bed—Quentin.He had actually checked into Collinview University-Hospital.An inexplicable irritation rose within her.Quentin's face was pale, his once-handsome features now gaunt.He smiled weakly, one hand resting on his stomach. "Thank you for your concern, Ms. Warner. I'll be more careful in the future."As he spoke, his gaze shifted to Noelle.Their eyes met, and Noelle frowned at the look in his dark eyes, which seemed to carry some hidden meaning.Quentin held up a small bottle. "This label is in a foreig
Since the supervising teacher wasn't around during the night shift, Noelle followed Martin to Quentin's room.Quentin was standing by the window in his hospital gown, his tall frame slightly hunched. He looked pale and kept coughing."Did you take your cold medicine?" Noelle asked.Martin replied, "Mr. Lowe refused to take it!""Get out!" Quentin suddenly snapped, shooting a sharp, icy glare at Martin.Martin quickly left the room, thoughtfully closing the door behind him.Noelle frowned, exasperated by Quentin's behavior. "Just take your medicine! If you ruin your health, you're the one who's going to suffer."Quentin's cold gaze softened as he looked at her. "Feed it to me."Noelle fell silent."Fine, don't take it if you don't want to."If she were still the woman who loved him, she probably would have fed him the medicine, worried sick about his condition.But now, Noelle only found his behavior ridiculous.They were divorced—why should she cater to him?She turned to
They were standing on the enclosed balcony at the end of the hallway, with a glass door separating it from the rest of the corridor.After leading Noelle there, Christian casually shut the door behind them.But Noelle, perhaps distracted or because the glass was too clean, didn't notice the door. She walked straight into it.With a loud thud, Noelle immediately covered her face and started crying.Her nose went completely numb, and the pain was unbearable.Christian hadn't expected her to walk into the door face-first instead of opening it with her hand.His breath caught for a moment, and he quickly moved to her side, gripping her shoulders and turning her to face him.His long fingers gently tilted her chin up. "Where did you hit? Let me see!"Noelle's shoulders shook as she cried, overwhelmed by the feeling that even the door was out to get her.Christian held her wrist and moved her hand away from her face, revealing her reddened nose and the tears streaming down her cheek
Noelle raised an eyebrow, feeling exasperated. "What is there to swoon over?"She'd never trust a man again in this lifetime!But still, she didn't delete the photo, finding a certain warmth in it.No one had ever treated her with such gentle care before."Touched that easily?"A cold voice interrupted her thoughts. Noelle quickly looked up, surprised to see a tall figure standing in the office.Quentin had changed back into his own clothes, his gaze sharp and icy.Noelle frowned, unsure of what he had seen."I don't know what you're talking about," she said, not wanting to engage with him.She turned back to her laptop, intending to focus on her work.Quentin walked closer, his presence instantly casting a heavy shadow over her.Noelle's heart tightened, and when she looked up again, she was met with Quentin's mocking eyes. "Wiping your tears, wiping your nose, and offering to take you for an X-ray—just that, and you're moved, aren't you?"Quentin's voice dripped with sarc
Quentin's breath hitched on the other end of the line."Elle..."But the call had already ended.A heavy weight settled in his chest. Another call came through, and he answered it.Olivia's voice filled the line. "Quentin, how was Yvette the last time you saw her? She won't even show her face on video calls anymore. It's been eight months since we've seen her."Quentin's heart sank further. Yvette wasn't showing her face because it had gotten rounder.In the later stages of pregnancy, her whole body had changed.If he hadn't discovered Yvette's unwed pregnancy, she probably wouldn't have shown her face in his video call either."She's fine. She's comfortable, gained some weight, so probably doesn't want you to see her."Olivia sighed with relief, "Well, that's good to hear. Quentin, does she… have a boyfriend over there? Did you notice anything when you visited? We've asked her, but she won't tell us anything."Quentin frowned slightly. "Isn't Alexis supposed to visit soon? Y
When Christian set his sights on someone, they had no chance of escaping.Noelle's face turned an even deeper shade of red. "Everyone's being too kind. Mr. Blackwood and I are just friends."She might see Christian as just a friend, but everyone else in the room knew better.Christian definitely didn't see her that way, so someone chimed in, "No need to be shy. Mr. Blackwood clearly holds you in the highest regard."Noelle felt even more flustered.Dinner was served in the private room, with Christian treating everyone.He spared no expense, ordering the most expensive dishes and bottles of wine that cost hundred of thousand each.Christian sat next to hers, and throughout the meals, his arm would occasionally drape over the back of her chair, almost as if he were holding her.Noelle spent the entire dinner feeling like she was under a spotlight.After dinner, someone suggested playing poker.Noelle had watched others play but had never played herself.Still, she volunteered
Quentin's tall frame swayed as he leaned against the stair railing for support.It took him a long moment to calm the storm raging in his chest.Finally, he composed himself and walked over to the two of them."In broad daylight, have you no shame?"Noelle froze at the sound of that familiar voice, her spine going rigid.She looked up, meeting Quentin's cold, piercing gaze.Christian carefully set Noelle down, his tall figure shielding her from Quentin's intense stare.His expression turned cold as he faced Quentin. "Mr. Lowe, what a coincidence. You weren't watching us the whole time, were you?"Quentin's dark eyes gleamed with frost. "Mr. Blackwood, you do think highly of yourself."As he spoke, his gaze never wavered, fixed on Noelle, who was partially hidden behind Christian's broad shouldersChristian raised an eyebrow, glancing back slightly. "Babe, it looks like Mr. Lowe's eyes have been on you."By this point, Noelle's initial tension had slowly dissipated into indif