All Chapters of Sorry, We're Divorced: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Quentin snapped, "We don't need it!" Then, he slammed the door shut.The family physician was startled. How could John's friend be so rude? At a loss, he called John. "Mr. Xenos, it appears that Ms. Xanthos doesn't need my services." Even if he didn't treat Noelle, he had to let John know. The latter fell silent for a moment before he realized what was going on. Quentin would never allow his doctor to treat Noelle. "You can head back now."Suppressing his anger, he called Noelle. She picked up the phone from her nightstand and answered it. John's voice was gentle yet laced with concern. "How're you feeling now? Are you feeling better?"Noelle responded apologetically, "I feel much better now, Jo." She felt embarrassed for making him worry so much about her."That's good to know," John responded. He hesitated for a moment, as if he wanted to say something, but ultimately didn't. "Get some rest.""I will." After hanging up the phone, Noelle looked up and noticed Quentin standi

After she punched him, the whole world fell silent. Quentin clutched his throbbing face, momentarily stunned. His dark eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at Noelle.Noelle felt much better. She huffed, averted her gaze, and refused to meet his gaze. He tugged at the corner of his lips and shot her a menacing glare. Perhaps he was aware that he was in the wrong, because he didn't say a word.Martin had witnessed the whole scene through the rearview mirror. The corners of his lips twitched as he struggled to keep his laughter at bay. This was probably the biggest loss Quentin had ever suffered in his life.And just like that, the couple arrived at Lane Mansion. When they got out of the car, Quentin's expression was as dark as coal. Janet had the housekeepers prepare a lavish dinner and a birthday cake. With a loving smile, she told Noelle, "Make a wish, Elle!"Noelle froze for a moment, recalling how she and Yvette had waited for Quentin with a cake and dinner on the night of h

Looking at Noelle, who was dead drunk and sprawled on the table, Lorraine couldn't help but ask, "How pathetic. you can't live without a man?"She grasped her arm, hoisted her up, and helped her into her own room. Lorraine helped her take off her shoes, tucked her in, and then got ready to head downstairs to the bar. When she opened the door, she was stunned as a tall figure walked in. The man was dressed in a dark, bespoke suit and looked really mature. Even though he'd aged, he still looked handsome.His breath was laced with the rich aroma of red wine. While undoing his collar, he demanded, "Pour me a glass of water!"Lorraine eyed the man's tall, straight figure, crossed her arms, and arched her brow flirtatiously. But she smiled wryly. "Is there no one in that huge mansion who would pour you a glass of water?"The man turned his head and glanced at her, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "What? I can't let go of you!" He then walked toward her, cupped the back of her head wit

As soon as Noelle's body touched the car's seat, she jumped up, as if struck by lightning. "I'm not getting in your car! Get out of my way!" Noelle couldn't bear the thought of sitting in a car that Xyla had been in.Quentin wanted to push her back into the seat, but he eventually released his hold on her shoulders. "Fine, let's use your car!" he snapped. After she rose to her feet, he slammed the car door shut.Then, he bent down, scooped her up in his arms, and walked toward Noelle's Volkswagen Sagitar. Xyla's face contorted in rage as she watched the scene from the restaurant. Her eyes were filled with malice and murderous intent.When Gabriel walked past her, he deliberately stopped in his tracks to glance at her, so he noticed the sinister expression on her face as well. He smirked and thought Xyla was interesting. Xyla noticed his gaze out of the corner of her eye. She looked over and noticed him arch his brow. There was a glint in his eyes, but his expression was unreadab

Noelle rose from her seat, clutching her sore arm. Exasperated, she said, "Could you just behave for once, Quentin Lowe?" She couldn't believe that the CEO of a major publicly traded company and the future head of the Lowe family could be so immature. Through the rearview mirror, Quentin could see her clutching her arm. He snorted and said nothing else.When the couple arrived at Noelle's apartment, Quentin opened the rear car door and reached for her arm. "Let me see!"Noelle jerked away, refusing to let him touch her arm. "Don't bother!" He had probably never treated Xyla this roughly. In contrast, it was clear to her that she had never been treasured by him. As that thought crossed her mind, her heart ached. Noelle got out of the car and walked toward the building entrance without sparing him another glance. Quentin noticed the bruise on her left arm. Now that he had calmed down, he began to regret his earlier actions. Noelle was a girl who was much younger than him. He shou