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Christian slammed the car door shut and strode toward the Audi.Just as he reached for the door handle, he instinctively glanced over his shoulder—and in that moment, his tall frame visibly stiffened.Noelle stared at the familiar face—handsome as ever, like a god come to life.The was the same man who had once called her "babe" in that lazy, playful tone.Now, he was using the exact same tone to call another woman.A wave of disillusionment washed over her. She quickly averted her gaze, refusing to meet his eyes. Turning to Sarah, she said calmly, "Don't worry. In a place like this, cars can't go fast. Nothing serious couldn've happen."Sarah nodded, still flustered.Christian broke his gaze from Noelle and opened the Audi's door.His brows furrowed slightly, but his tone remained casual as he spoke to the girl inside. "Are you hurt? If not, come on out."The girl turned and immediately threw her arms around his waist."Chris, I'm so scared!" she sobbed, trembling in his e
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Noelle had no idea who was in the car behind her or if they had anything to do with her.She slowly turned her car around and sped off, the white sedan quickly disappearing into the night.In the car behind, Christian lit a cigarette, took a few drags, then finally started his engine and drove away.When Noelle got back to her apartment, she showered and went straight to bed.Lately, she felt more like an ostrich—always wanting to bury her head, hide away, and heal whenever life hit her hard.The next morning, as Noelle came downstairs, she immediately spotted a familiar sports car parked nearby.Christian stepped out, sliding off his sunglasses to reveal that impossibly handsome face."It's Saturday. Where are you off to?" he asked.Noelle's voice was cold. "I'm working overtime, Mr. Blackwood."She tightened her coat and walked past him, keeping her distance.Christian shut his car door and followed her to her car, leaning one arm on the roof as she settled into the driver'
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Thora was tall, with rough, unrefined features—hardly the type of woman to inspire tenderness in a man.Xyla, on the other hand, was different. She looked like a delicate flower—soft, lovely, the kind that made people instinctively want to protect her.That's why Quentin didn't get upset when Noelle deliberately shoved Thora.If it had been Xyla, things might have been different. He probably would've turned on Noelle right then and there.Noelle's eyes gleamed with biting sarcasm.Quentin could see exactly what she was thinking. He took a deep breath. "It's not what you think. Even if Thora looked like Xyla, I wouldn't turn against you. Not now, not ever."He had already made too many mistakes. From now on, he was determined to treat her right."Hahaha..."Noelle's laughter was bright and fleeting, like a breeze shaking the branches, scattering petals into the air. But as the laughter faded, her expression turned cold again. "Do you believe that, Mr. Lowe?"Quentin felt a pang
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Christian raised an eyebrow and said, "Nothing much, just want you to forgive me."He stood there, tall and imposing, his head tilted slightly, exuding that effortless arrogance and entitlement that came with being born into privilege.Noelle bit her lip, walked to the nearest table, picked up a plate, and smashed it hard onto the ground.Then, she looked up at him, her voice sharp. "Mr. Blackwood, did that sound good?"Christian watched her and raised an eyebrow. "Not loud enough."Noelle moved to the next table and swept everything off the surface—cups, plates, silverware—all crashing loudly to the floor. The clattering was deafening. She asked again, "Loud enough now?"Christian still shook his head, though a faint smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.Noelle, no longer holding back, went from table to table, knocking everything off—cups, plates, half-eaten meals, untouched drinks—all crashing into a chaotic mess. The once pristine floor was now littered with shattered
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Christian rarely lit a cigarette, but now he did. He maintained his usual nonchalant, defiant expression.The police officer surveyed the scene—the shattered plates, the spilled food—and their brows furrowed. That's when Leonard stepped forward, eager to explain. "Officer, it's true! My bro is just trying to cheer up his future girlfriend! He even had the whole restaurant's plates and cups brought out for her to smash"The officer's face twitched. He glanced over at the row of waiters holding trays. What a waste of money.It did seem like some kind of bizarre relationship drama, but the officer wasn't entirely convinced. He turned to Noelle and asked, "Miss, is what he's saying true?”Noelle blinked her clear eyes and said, "Officer, I don't know what kind of 'relationship fun' he's talking about. This man has been pursuing me, and I've already rejected him. But he had me locked in here, saying I couldn't leave unless I agreed to date him."Her eyes blinked again, and this tim
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Through Noelle's damp lashes, she noticed a tall figure seated diagonally across from her. Quentin was dressed in a navy coat, he looked slightly different from when she had seen him earlier that day—now, a scarf was wrapped around his neck. The scarf she had knitted for him.He accepted a drink from the waiter, sipping slowly.As he drank, his eyes drifted toward her, seemingly casual, yet deliberate.Their gazes locked. He raised his glass in a silent toast, then tipped it back, draining it in one go, before showing her the empty bottom.A stillness hung in the air between them for a few long moments. Noelle set down her glass, rose from her seat, and walked out.Outside the bar, a valet stood waiting. Spotting her, he approached. "Miss, need a driver?"Noelle nodded and tossed him her keys, then slid into the passenger seat. As the valet rounded the car to the driver's side, she glanced back toward the bar. There, in the doorway, Quentin stood lighting a cigarette,
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At that moment, a knock came at the door of the private room.A waiter entered, carrying two bottles of whiskey. "Mr. Blackwood, these are from Mr. Lowe in the next room. He wishes you a happy future… perhaps with a specialist in family affairs."The waiter, oblivious to the meaning of the message, simply repeated Quentin's words. He placed the bottles on the table with a slight bow. "Would you like me to open them?" he asked Christian.A dark, intense anger flashed across Christian's features. He loosened his tie and sank into the couch, his tall frame tense. "Open them—why not?"The waiter calmly uncorked the bottles. "Enjoy."Noelle hadn't expected Quentin to pull a stunt like this. The fact that he was in the next room was no coincidence—it had to be deliberate.Before the waiter could leave, she stopped him and handed him a card. "Send the same bottles to Mr. Lowe and congratulate him on his upgrade to the specialist in family affairs."The waiter blinked, confused by t
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Noelle paused mid-step, her gaze shifting to the half-open door of the private room, where Quentin's inscrutable dark eyes were watching her.She blinked, her expression cold and distant. "Do as you please, Mr. Lowe."With that, she walked away.Frustration surged in Quentin's chest, and he downed a large gulp of his drink.Zion chuckled. "You're not groveling enough, man! Haven't you heard of the dramatic saga of chasing after one's wife when it was too late? You've gotta turn yourself into a total simp if you want her back!"Quentin shot him a withering look. Not groveling enough?If that's what it took, he could definitely lower himself further.Half an hour later, Quentin stepped out of the private room. Zion had already left, and just then, Christian and his group were emerging from the room next door.Christian's eyes followed Quentin's tall figure. Sensing his gaze, Quentin turned his head, their eyes locking—silent sparks flickering between them.Quentin lit a ci
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"Sorry, but if I ever get married, it definitely won't be to either of you."Noelle had originally come to visit Christian, but now she didn't feel like staying anymore. She was beyond frustrated.Christian's sharp, dangerous eyes narrowed in an instant, brimming with hostility as he locked his gaze on Noelle. Quentin's handsome face darkened as well, his mood turning stormy.Noelle spun around and walked out."We'll see about that," Quentin muttered, getting up to leave as well.As he passed by the clinic where Noelle worked, he cast a glance in that direction before heading out.Near the end of the workday, Russ called. "Ms. Xanthos, Mr. Xanthos has arranged for you to meet a boxing champion. Are you free now? I can take you to meet him."Noelle couldn't help but feel a mix of amusement and bitterness. She had lived 24 years, and only now did he care about whether she had any self-defense skills. Isn't it a little late for that?Still, she went.After one session, she was dr
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Noelle quietly closed the door behind her. Leonard glanced over, saw it was her, and put away his phone. "He just fell asleep. Ms. Xanthos, you should head home and rest. I'll keep watch tonight," he said softly.Noelle shook her head. "He took the knife for me. How could I go home? I wouldn't be able to sleep anyway. I'd rather stay here and keep an eye on him."She sat down on the couch, her gaze heavy with concern as she looked at Christian sleeping.Leonard nodded. "Alright, you stay here. I'll step out for a bit," he said before leaving the room.Noelle nodded.Christian's phone, sitting on the nightstand, pinged with a WhatsApp notification.Noelle walked over, picked up the phone, and saw a message from someone with the nickname "The Blomming Fifties.""What a flashy name," she thought with a faint smirk.But for some reason, curiosity tugged at her—she suddenly felt a strong urge to peek into Christian's private world as if she might uncover something hidden beneath t
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Noelle remained silent.In Dragfort, ever since Quentin had learned early that morning about Christian taking a knife for Noelle, he had locked himself in his office. It had been three hours now.The morning executive meeting was canceled, and his client appointments were rescheduled. Senior staff members who needed his signature on documents stood hesitating at the door, feeling the oppressive atmosphere even from outside the office.Department heads waiting to give their reports also lingered at the door, too intimidated to enter.In the end, they all turned their pleading eyes toward Martin.But even Martin was hesitant to go in.After all, he had witnessed the weight of Quentin's emotions—shock, frustration, and a deep sense of defeat—that had cast a heavy, oppressive mood over the office.Martin made a call to Dennis, knowing only he could possibly get through to Quentin now."Mr. Jackman, you need to come over," Martin said quietly, making sure to step into a quieter co
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Even though Christian was in obvious pain, he forced himself not to make a sound.Such a stubborn fool.The door knocked twice, and Leonard walked in. Seeing Noelle, he greeted her, "Ms. Xanthos."Noelle's eyes were red, but she didn't respond.Christian opened his eyes slightly and said, "Don't tell anyone I'm injured."Leonard nodded."Tell them I'm on a business trip," Christian added.Leonard raised an eyebrow, "Bro, with a wound like that, how long do you think this 'trip' will last before people catch on?"Christian shot him a cold glare, and Leonard quickly relented, "Okay, okay, I get it. I'll handle it."Christian closed his eyes again, waves of pain crashing over him like a relentless tide.Suddenly, he opened his eyes once more. "Silly girl."Noelle paused, her tear-filled eyes looking at him.A smile tugged at the corner of Christian's mouth. "Get out for a bit. You look terrible."Noelle's lips twitched as her damp lashes fluttered, and a surge of unexplainabl
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Just as the man raised the knife for a second strike, the security team arrived and swiftly pinned him down.Noelle heard a low grunt behind her, followed by Christian's pained chuckle. "Good thing it wasn't him."Noelle's heart clenched as she turned to see Christian, clutching his shoulder, slumped against her legs.He was wearing a beige coat, now stained with a large patch of blood around his shoulder.Christian was rushed to emergency surgery, but Noelle remained frozen in her chair, her mind replaying his words, "Good thing it wasn't him."Who wasn't it? Quentin?Why did he say that? Why did he act this way?The image of Christian's blood-soaked coat lingered in her mind. The wound—how deep was it?Noelle sat there, numb and lost in thought for an unknown period, until Michael appeared.He glanced at her through the doorway, but without a word, he continued walking past.A little while later, Kara gently patted her shoulder. "They've moved him to a room. You should go s
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Emmie smiled and placed a few more ravioli on Noelle's plate. "Then eat a little more. It's your mom's first time cooking, and once you're in the Utopia States, you won't have this."It wasn't like she had never cooked before—she had made instant noodles when she was alone.Noelle ate a small bowl of ravioli without pausing, her stomach now full and round. Her eyes welled up with tears, though whether it was from happiness or something else, no one could tell.After dinner, Noelle stayed for a bit before leaving.Emmie watched Noelle's car disappear down the driveway before finally going upstairs.Michael, leaning back on the bed, heard her soft footsteps approaching and lifted his eyelids.The bedroom was dark, and when Emmie stepped in, her gaze met Michael's dark, piercing eyes. She paused at the doorway, and he continued watching her."Lia must be blind. She couldn't tell if it was you or the driver," Emmie said coldly, walking straight to the other side of the bed and pulli
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Emmie was at a loss for words.Michael said, "Your daughter's leaving for the Utopia States soon. You should take this time to spend with her."Emmie's breath hitched. "Elle agreed?"Michael nodded. "Yes."It was the best way for Noelle to get away from those two men and focus on her own growth.After a night's rest, Noelle felt much better the next morning. Emmie called her, inviting her to Gentle Glades after work.What Noelle didn't expect was to see Michael there as well.He was lounging on the couch in casual clothes, flipping through a medical journal. Emmie, wearing an apron, seemed to be busy in the kitchen. When Noelle walked in, Emmie immediately came out."Elle!" Emmie's gentle face was filled with warmth as she took Noelle's hand.Noelle felt a bit disoriented.In her memory, Emmie's life was filled with books and work, never with the kitchen. And Michael—she hadn't seen him so relaxed and calm, casually reading a magazine on the couch, in over a decade.It felt
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Michael couldn't forget the look Elijah had given him that day—a mocking smile, full of meaning. Elijah slowly pulled back, revealing Emmie's curled-up body underneath him.Without a word, Michael opened his phone and pulled up a social media app. He tossed the phone to Emmie. "Take a look for yourself."Emmie looked down and saw a video posted by Elijah just minutes earlier. It was of her feeding him. She watched in disbelief, then replayed it. The account was undeniably Elijah's."Scroll down. There's more," Michael's voice drifted from the couch.Emmie's fingers moved down the screen, her peripheral vision catching a glimpse of Michael sitting with his legs crossed, taking a sip of coffee handed to him by the housekeeper.Further down, she found a photo posted by Elijah a month ago, showing her preparing his medicine. The footage seemed to be taken from security cameras.But none of these posts had appeared on her social media feed.She had never seen them on her phone.Mich
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Quentin didn't deny it.Noelle's chest tightened as she remembered that day in Ocean City when Christian had said Gillian deserved to be slapped. Now, it all made sense.At the time, she had sarcastically asked him if he would treat her the same way once he got tired of her.His response had been, "Do you think I'm tired of her, and that's why I did it?"Now she understood. Christian had known all along that it was Quentin who had called Gillian to Ocean City.A wave of frustration swelled in Noelle's chest. Her fingers clenched tightly as the memory of Christian's sweet words clashed with the thought of him being with Gillian. Bitterness gnawed at her.Just then, the door opened again, and a strong, steady figure entered. His gaze swept silently over the two men in the room before he walked straight to the bed."Elle?""Clement!" At the sight of him, Noelle's eyes brimmed with tears."Let's go home," Clement said as he turned and carefully lifted her onto his back. Noelle res
