All Chapters of Sorry, We're Divorced: Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

After Layla left, Noelle hailed a cab and left the hospital as well. While she was in the car, she received a call from Yvette. "Noelle, Quentin has finally seen Xyla's true colors, hasn't he?"Yvette was in a café somewhere in the city. She had posted those two pictures at Noelle's behest. She couldn't wait to see Xyla's reaction when her plans were exposed and her true colors were revealed. Yvette imagined that scene would be immensely satisfying.Noelle responded, "Yeah."Yvette asked excitedly, "Then, what did Quentin say? Did he slap Xyla a few times?" In her mind, Quentin would definitely give Xyla a few hard slaps once he found out that the person he had been wholeheartedly caring for had been deceiving him all along. Noelle fell silent for a moment. He probably couldn't bear to lay a finger on Xyla. But it didn't matter anymore. "Let's invite Johnnie to the street food market for a late-night snack!" Noelle said. She wanted to thank John in person for borrowing her such

Quentin didn't even glance her way. He sat down next to Noelle and gently held her hand. "Elle, I'll give you whatever you want; just don't divorce me, please? I promise, Xyla will never bother us again!" he said softly, looking into her eyes. He had placed too much faith in Xyla, believing that his hero's younger sister would be inherently good as well. But he hadn't considered that siblings could be very different from each other despite having the same parentage. Moreover, Xyla had been abducted when she was young, and she might have been led astray by her captors. It was his fault for failing to see her for who she was. Noelle's heart quivered, and she closed her eyes. For the past three years of marriage, there hadn't been a single day when she hadn't wished for Xyla to disappear from their lives. Yet, now that Xyla, that thorn in her side, had finally been removed, she felt oddly indifferent, as if she no longer had any expectations for their marriage.She smiled and looke

Noelle was standing on the platform of Line 2 when Quentin arrived. He stood right next to her and felt relieved that he had finally caught up with her. "Elle, I'll follow you wherever you go, so let's stop the cat-and-mouse game. I don't want to tire you out," he kindly reminded her.Her forehead creased. "Don't you think you're being a nuisance, Mr. Lowe? You were never around when I needed you most. But now that I have no need for you, you keep popping up in front of me! Have you lost your mind?"Quentin was stumped. He took a deep breath and explained, "I know I messed up real bad in the past, Elle. But I meant it when I said I'd become a better man. Could you please give me another chance?"Noelle stared at him coldly, her patience clearly worn thin. The subway roared into the station and came to a halt. Without a backward glance, she stepped inside. Quentin followed closely behind. The subway was as crowded as ever. Quentin stood in front of her, gripping the overhead strap

For the next two days, Quentin was away on a business trip. However, he made sure to send her a message every day and night. However, Noelle didn't respond to any of them. …In the blink of an eye, it was the night of the charity auction. John pulled up right on time in front of Noelle's apartment building. When he spotted her, rocking a sleek blue suit, dark hair pulled back in a sleek bun, and donning a pair of black-rimmed glasses, he couldn't help but tug at the corner of his lips. She genuinely looked like a seasoned secretary. Ignoring his dumbfounded expression, she adjusted her black-rimmed glasses, walked over, and opened the rear car door. "It's my first day on the job, Mr. Xenos. If there's anything you're unsatisfied with, I hope you'll bear with me." Noelle bowed respectfully to the man in the car.Exasperated, John couldn't be bothered to look at her anymore. Noelle giggled and got into his car. The car proceeded at a leisurely pace, and the pair soon arrived at t

John stopped bidding as soon as David showed up. He cast a curious glance at David, then at Noelle. "So, she borrowed Grover from me to do this?" he wondered.Even though Grover now had blond hair, blue eyes, and a new name, John recognized him right away. After all, this was someone who had been by his side for many years.John then thought about how Noelle had asked him to recommend her a reliable mortgage company. "She must've mortgaged her property to furnish Grover with the necessary funds for the auction," he surmised. What on earth was this young lady up to? Doubts swirled in his head.The auction was still ongoing, but David was visibly disheartened. He sighed as he gazed at the 400 thousand dollar bid and stopped bidding. In the end, the jeweled hairpin ended up in Lia's hand. Michael would never have spent that much money on a jeweled hairpin for that wretched woman. Yet, he never hesitated to spend lavishly on her. The thought made Lia feel even more triumphant.Davi