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
John wished he could have been born a few years later or that Noelle could have been born a few years earlier. Noelle stepped out of the car at the entrance and walked over. John approached to greet her, looking dashing in his white attire. Indeed, John was a charming man. "Hey, Jo!" Noelle greeted him warmly. John secretly wished she had called him by his name. "Hey! Did the divorce proceedings go smoothly?" John's words always carried a comforting warmth. Noelle smiled awkwardly and sighed, "They're on hold for now. Quentin had a car accident and is hospitalized." John remained silent, not pressing for further details. Together, they walked to the gazebo in the yard.John's house was a rustic elegance-style villa built ten years ago during the initial development of Dragfort City. The structure's facade and the courtyard's layout exuded a classical appeal with a serene ambiance.In the gazebo, two couples, both John's former classmates from Collinview University, were a
As Noelle reached out for a skewer, John stopped her gently."Careful, it's hot!" he cautioned, wrapping the iron skewer in a few napkins before handing it to her. Outside, Xyla and her close friend Layla drove past. She happened to glance over and watch the scene. Xyla was taken aback when she realized the woman being cared for by the man was none other than Noelle.Rumors had it John had taken Noelle to the hospital when she was unwell the last time. Furthermore, he had turned over his mansion to Noelle for her studio.Why was he being so nice to her? Could it be that they're having an affair?"Isn't that Noelle?" Xyla asked.Layla instantly pulled over and peered into the yard. "It looks like her!" she said, rolling down the window and taking a picture of the pair in the yard to show Xyla."Xy, what if we post this photo online? Quentin would divorce her on the spot!" Layla suggested. Xyla looked at the photo and casually commented, "But with all those people in the pictur
Knowing John's gentle nature, he would undoubtedly handle the matter seriously."Stop here. I'll go in and have a look," Xyla instructed Layla as they passed the Stille Industries building.Layla complied and parked the car by the roadside. Xyla, in her four-inch heels, elegantly made her way inside.She approached the reception with an air of authority and inquired, "Is Mr. Lowe available?"The receptionist instantly recognized Xyla, accustomed to her usual gentle and harmless demeanor. However, today, Xyla appeared unusually authoritative.The receptionist couldn't help but wonder if it was because of her impending marriage to Quentin or if she had always been this way. Recently, rumors circulated throughout the company that Quentin was divorcing Noelle in order to marry Xyla."I'm sorry, Ms. Cadwell, but Mr. Lowe hasn't been in the office these past few days," the receptionist politely informed her.Xyla asked urgently, "Do you know where he is?"The receptionist shook her h