Chapter 573

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,