Chapter 570

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