All Chapters of Sorry, We're Divorced: Chapter 311 - Chapter 320

Quentin was taken aback. Raising his hand, he exclaimed, "I swear on my life that Xyla has never been in my study! I would never let her into our house!" He paused before continuing, "Xyla did come over once, but she never made it to the second floor! Our home is our private space; I would never let just anyone in!"Noelle's breath caught in her throat.Quentin added, "Why don't you take a break? I'll clear out all my books right now!" He left to fetch an empty box and started taking the books down one by one. "Forget it. There are plenty of rooms in the villa—I'll just use another one," she said. There was no need to go through all this trouble. It was his study, after all.He insisted, "No, I'll use another room!" He couldn't give her any more reasons to say something like that again. The way she said if Xyla was the one using his study, he'd have already redecorated it to her liking really stung.Quentin took all of his books off the bookshelf, placed them in the empty box

Quentin responded, "Listen, Elle. First of all, that man is Lorraine's lover, and she's the one who doesn't want to report him to the cops. The fact that she's willing to put up with this means she's under his thumb."Secondly." He paused before continuing, "You told me she doesn't want you to probe into that guy; that obviously means she doesn't want you to know who he is. So, aren't you being disrespectful to her by insisting on digging into it?"Noelle was stumped. "Forget it." She then buried her head into her plate, though it was obvious that she had lost her appetite. Quentin couldn't bear to see her in such a state. "I can help you look into it, but you can't take any action, okay? I'm only helping you find out who he is."After dinner, he immediately called a man named Sullivan, who had been working as an informant for him. "I need you to look into the guy who has a close relationship with the woman who owns Summer Night Bar. They've been together for ten years."As soon

Xyla ended the call angrily. When she turned around and noticed Eugene sprawled on the floor, she frowned and called Gabriel again. "Help me get rid of Eugene, and I promise that once I return to Quentin's side, I'll make sure you get what you want!"Gabriel had already begun to regret the harsh tone he'd used with Xyla. After all, she was no pushover; she might actually find a way to return to Quentin's side. Hence, he responded lowly, "This is your last chance, Xyla. If I don't see results within a month, you're dead meat!"Xyla was well aware that he meant business. She tightened her grip on her phone. After Gabriel's men took Eugene away, she left her apartment. She watched Quentin emerge from his company building, get into his car, and drive to Restaurant Blanc. There, he got out of his car and walked into the restaurant with a few clients. All the while, Xyla clutched something tightly in her hand. She wanted to spike Quentin's drink with an aphrodisiac and show up when it

Noelle smiled at Quentin and continued to eat without saying a word.…Soon, it was lunchtime the next day. Quentin made a special trip back home to have lunch with Noelle, as she had her postgraduate entrance exam the following day. Worried that she might be nervous, he had been spending as much time as possible at home with her over the last few days. While she studied, he worked. Halfway through lunch, his phone rang. He answered it, and whatever he heard made his expression darken. He also stiffened, as if an unexpected frost had settled over him. After hanging up, Quentin shifted his deep gaze toward Noelle and said, "Xyla has leukemia, Elle." Noelle froze, and the cutlery she was holding clattered to the table. "I'm going to the hospital, but I'll be back soon!" Quentin rose from his seat, giving her shoulder a reassuring squeeze before heading out. Noelle took a deep breath. She knew all too well that her marriage was about to be thrown into disarray again. She decided

Noelle was shaking like a leaf when she called Quentin, but he didn't pick up. "Elle?" Just then, a familiar voice sounded. Noelle looked up and noticed John striding toward her. Tears immediately trickled down her cheeks. "Johnnie, I've lost my ID. I can't sit for the exam…" Unable to hold it in anymore, she broke down in tears.John frowned. He walked over, pulled her into his arms, and patted her back comfortingly. "Don't worry, I'll figure something out."He glanced at his wristwatch. There were only ten minutes left before the exam. There was a police station right next to the university. "We should be fine," he surmised. John immediately turned around and stopped a motorcyclist. "Could we borrow your motorcycle for a bit, sir? We need to get a replacement ID. Here, take mine." He handed over his ID as collateral. The motorcyclist was a parent who was here to drop off their child for the exam. He understood the urgency of the situation and felt for them. He accepted John