All Chapters of Sorry, We're Divorced: Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

Quentin was worried Noelle would beat herself up, so he smiled and grasped her arm. "Elle, material wealth is of little consequence. Having you back means more to me than anything else."Noelle was slightly moved. "Is David not going to sue Grover?" she asked after a moment's hesitation, her voice laced with concern.Sure enough, a shadow of gloom flickered in the man's eyes. Grover was John's man. Even though he was doing Noelle's bidding, it still didn't sit right with him."Elle," he called out, caressing her cheek with his finger. "From now on, if you need anything, come to me for help, okay?"A trace of sarcasm surfaced in her gloomy eyes. Was he seriously expecting her to rely on him to look into Xyla?Quentin drew her into his arms. "Let's put Xyla behind us and start over, alright? Promise me.""Are you really not going to concern yourself with her anymore?" Noelle eyed him a little skeptically.He shook his head. "Yeah, she's not worth my concern.""What if she comes t

After what felt like an eternity, Michael finally got off Emmie. He was satisfied. Emmie opened her eyes and sat up. Her body was sore and limp. She put on a shirt and hurried to the bathroom to clean herself. Behind her, Michael frowned. He rolled out of bed, pushed open the bathroom door, and walked in. He leaned against the doorway and watched her scrub her skin vigorously. "Do you want me to find you a brush, hmm?" he asked angrily.Emmie jumped. Instinctively, she raised her arm to cover herself. Her brows drew together, and her lovely face was now tinged with annoyance. "What else do you want, Michael Xanthos?"Ever since she discovered he had another woman over a decade ago, they had been living separately. Therefore, this was the first and only time in over a decade that he had been physically intimate with her. However, she was utterly repulsed.Her glowing, slender body was marred with red welts from her vigorous scrubbing. His eyes were ablaze with rage, and he could fe

Quentin emerged from the bathroom and noticed Noelle staring blankly at her phone. "Did your mom reply?""Yeah, she said she's fine, and she told me not to worry about her." However, her heart felt heavy. Noelle was aware that her mother was probably very sad; she just didn't want to show it.Her usual clear, dark eyes misted over. It made his heart ache. He stroked her hair. "Don't dwell on that anymore. Go get some rest." Noelle went to bed obediently. Quentin stood there for a moment, lost in thought. Was Michael not giving Noelle a hard time because of Emmie?He hastily sent a message to one of Emmie's students. "How has Professor Fox been these past few days?" He had always gotten updates about Emmie through this student.That student promptly responded. "Professor Fox has been out with a friend and hasn't returned." Quentin figured that friend was probably Michael. In the blink of an eye, morning arrived. By the time Noelle got up, Quentin had already left for work. Noe

Noelle returned to Windsor Villa and was about to head to the kitchen to prepare dinner when Quentin called. As soon as she answered the call, his voice came through. "Elle, I won't be home for dinner tonight. It's Quinn's first day at work, and it's company policy for all the executives to have a get-together."He was the CEO, so he had to show up. Worried that she might get the wrong idea, he added, "I'll just make an appearance, have a drink, and be right back."Noelle responded, "Okay."Quentin said, "Come here. Give me a kiss."Noelle reluctantly puckered her lips and kissed her phone. "I'll give you a proper kiss when I get home," Quentin said teasingly.Her cheeks heated up as she was aware that he meant more than just a peck on the lips. After he hung up, she stood, rooted to the spot, for a moment. Then, she skipped dinner and went upstairs to study.An hour later, she heard a car pulling into the yard. Quentin was back. Her heart leaped with joy, and she hurried downs

Martin responded, "Ms. Cadwell has severe anemia and bruises all over her body." He glanced at the man, whose expression remained grim. "I heard she's been selling alcohol at Neon Nights recently. Those bruises were from the customers who tried to take advantage of her."Quentin felt as if his heart was being squeezed. Xyla was that person's younger sister, yet she was being mistreated right under his nose! How could he face that person in the future? In any case, he shouldn't have allowed anyone to treat her like that. As the image of Xyla being pinned against the wall resurfaced in his mind, there was a dull ache in his chest.Just then, Ava walked over with Xyla, who had a pallid complexion. Xyla fell to her knees when she reached him. "Quint…" she called out after tears streamed down her cheeks. Quentin couldn't help but narrow his eyes at her. He'd seen her play the victim card multiple times and pull a lot of tricks before, so he was wary of what she was about to pull.Xya