Chapter 558

Noelle felt a tightness in her chest, and her emotions swirling. Nothing about Quentin's behavior made her feel any better

Suddenly, she stopped in her tracks and turned to face him.

Quentin hadn't expected her to stop so abruptly, and he paused, the umbrella slipping away from its protective place over her head.

He quickly adjusted, bringing it back to shield her again.

He looked at her, confused and unsure.

Noelle's eyes were cold, a bitter smile tugging at her lips.

The mockery in her expression was unmistakable. "Why bother, Mr. Lowe? Is it because Ms. Cadwell no longer matters to you that you're acting this way with me?

"If Ms. Cadwell were still as sweet and understanding as before, and she and I were both standing in the rain, whose head would your umbrella be over then?"

Quentin froze.

She always had a way of cutting straight to the heart of things, silencing him with her sharp word.

His face shifted, torn between conflicting emotions. "Elle…"

"Enough, stop followin