Noelle clicked on the message, only to find it was from Xyla."Noelle, even though you've deleted my contact, I still wanted to share some good news with you. Quentin has promised to marry me, and he'll divorce you. It won't be long before I become his wife."The message was followed by a string of smiley emojis.Noelle was speechless. She used to find Xyla both despicable and disgusting, but she now found her ludicrous. Xyla had gone to extreme lengths just to get under her skin. However, she had no idea how little it bothered Noelle.Noelle ignored her message and deleted the message.The next morning, Noelle began drafting the divorce agreement. As she had indicated the night before, whatever was put into Quentin's name would be his, and whatever was put into her name would be hers.That said, her divorce settlement still ended up filling an entire sheet of paper. After finishing listing her properties, she reached out to Quentin."Can you spare some time tomorrow? We need
Quentin glanced at Noelle's messy sketches. He felt a pang of sympathy as he stole a glance at her, wondering if he had ever mistreated her.Since their wedding day, he had handed her his credit card without any spending restrictions. Moreover, he couldn't even remember the total amount he had transferred to her account over the years.And what about the properties he had bestowed upon her? Why did Noelle put herself through this?As the plane prepared to touch down in Dragfort City, Noelle stirred from her nap. Gazing at the jumble of sketches she had made, she winced. She crumpled the page into a ball and shoved it into her backpack, intending to dispose of it after landing.When she saw Quentin staring at her, she furrowed her brow. What was wrong with him? Why was he staring at her without a reason?Once the plane had safely landed, Noelle reached for her luggage to leave. However, Quentin had already snatched her luggage before she could respond.Noelle watched him leave wit
John suspected that Quentin was behind this.Meanwhile, Xyla called again after Quentin returned to Windsor Villa."Quint, do you have time for a video call now? I've picked out a few wedding dresses. Would you like to see them?" Xyla asked in an endearing tone. Quentin felt a surge of impatience. There was just too much going on!"Xy, I'm busy right now! We can discuss wedding dresses later, okay?"Xyla pouted, displeased with Quentin's reply, but she remained understanding and said, "Well, okay then. You go ahead and keep yourself occupied."She hung up the phone, angrily snapping the bracelet around her wrist.Dennis and Quentin met at their regular restaurant. There, he confided his troubles to Dennis in a private lounge. Dennis shook his head incredulously."You'll end up being destroyed by Xyla sooner or later! Is there anyone who repays a favor as you do?"Sure, her brother saved your life. But you've been caring for her for so many years, isn't that enough? Now, you're
Xyla had Gloria pack up her things in the hospital. The floor was cluttered with suitcases and over a dozen logo-emblazoned tote bags, giving her the impression of a tourist on a shopping spree rather than a patient. "All of these need to be taken out. Be careful, do you hear me? There are valuable things inside!" Xyla instructed Martin with an air of entitlement reminiscent of an overbearing queen. Martin carefully began to move the items, but one of the tote bags slipped. A pile of cosmetic boxes slipped from the bag. Xyla screamed, pointing accusingly at Martin."You! I warned you to be careful! These are all imported items. Can you afford to pay for them?" Xyla's frustrated demeanor was a far cry from her usual gentle and delicate image. Before Quentin had promised to marry her, Xyla had treated Martin with warmth and courtesy. Now that she was about to assume the position of Quentin's wife, she felt there was no need to be polite with Quentin's subordinates.Martin, frustr
Quentin felt an inexplicable sense of annoyance. He pushed Xyla away and stood up."It's getting late, and it's not appropriate for us to be alone together. You should go back now."Despite her surprise, Xyla quickly told herself that she should bear such moments. Quentin had promised to marry her. His actions must be in her best interests.Xyla nodded in agreement and agreed, "Okay, Quint. I'll head back now." "Alright. Let Martin take you home," Quentin replied, brow furrowed but slightly relieved.As Xyla walked out in her four-inch heels, Quentin took out his phone and texted Martin."Don't bring Xyla over without my permission from now on! This will not be repeated!"Martin could imagine Quentin's expression contorting as he read the message. He pondered whether Quentin actually favored Xyla, given his apparent disapproval. Xyla approached the car, and Martin started the engine.Noelle called early in the morning. Quentin knew she was urging him to finalize the divorce.
After Quentin was assigned to a ward, Martin excused himself to attend to some matters. Noelle silently observed the sleeping man on the bed, her sigh echoing in the quiet space. She would not be experiencing such anxiety if he had been involved in a car accident after their divorce.Suddenly, Quentin awoke. He slowly opened his eyes, taking comfort in the familiar sight by the window.He had never felt so serene before.Maybe the idea of getting a divorce wouldn't come up again for a while. The crash had served its purpose."Are you Aunt Emmie's daughter?" he asked, propping himself up slightly.Noelle hesitated. She had considered the potential consequences of his memory loss, but she hadn't expected this degree of disorientation."You should stay still for now! Don't go risking any more damage to your spleen," she advised, approaching to assist him back onto the bed.Quentin complied obediently, settling onto the bed with her assistance."You're practically a regular around
Xyla spoke with innocent eyes and a gentle tone as if she genuinely cared.Noelle smirked and mocked, "Xyla, spare me the act. Quentin isn't here." She couldn't bear her scheming demeanor.Xyla always acted delicate and vulnerable. She scoffed and dropped her disguise. "How dare you talk to me like that? Quentin's about to marry me. You'll be a lowly concubine by then!"Oh, by the way. You never wore a wedding dress when you married Quentin, did you? Are you curious about how ours look?"It's the latest custom design from Poyais, one-of-a-kind, worth nearly 100 million dollars! How about that? Are you jealous?" Xyla boasted arrogantly.The wedding of Quentin and Noelle took place over a family dinner rather than a formal ceremony. Xyla intended to provoke Noelle on purpose.In fact, Xyla had lied about the wedding gown from Poyais. Quentin hadn't even brought up wedding apparel with her!Noelle felt a painful sting. Obsessed with her love for Quentin, she had quietly tied the
At that moment, Dennis walked in."Looks like someone's true colors are showing, huh?" he remarked and sat on Quentin's bed, casting a sideway glance at him. Quentin instructed, "Delete it." Martin didn't know what was in Quentin's mind, but he must have seen through Xyla's true nature by now. He deleted the recording footage with a tap of his finger. Dennis continued, "You don't want to marry Xyla. Yet you're reluctant to divorce your wife. So, you came up with this self-destructive plan?"And you're supposed to be the smartest one among us. Nothing has ever stumped you since childhood!"Martin couldn't help but wonder. "A self-destructive plan?" He looked at Quentin in surprise, realizing he had staged the collision. No wonder the accident appeared odd!"Got any cigarettes?" Quentin asked while extending his hand.Dennis gave him a disdainful look and retorted, "Not pretending anymore?" Quentin's injuries weren't as serious as the doctors had made them out to be, but the