All Chapters of Sorry, We're Divorced: Chapter 321 - Chapter 330

Tears welled up in Noelle's eyes when she thought about what had happened in the morning. John said softly, "Don't worry about it. It wasn't a big deal. If something like that happens again, remember to stay calm, okay?"He recalled the state she was in when he arrived; she was crying her eyes out, covered in mud, and asking everyone who walked by for her ID. It broke his heart to see her like that."I will." Noelle nodded, her eyes glistening with tears. "Elle!" Quentin called out from a distance, his expression grim.Noelle turned around and noticed him, though she had no idea when he had arrived. Quentin demanded, "Come here!"She didn't budge, her eyes glinting with disdain and tears. "Quentin Lowe, you weren't around when I needed you most. So, why are you here now?" Noticing the hatred in her eyes, he frowned and softened his tone. "Elle, I get that you're upset at me because I wasn't there for your exam, but I'm still your husband; shouldn't you be standing by my side

When Quentin carried Noelle into the RV, she opened her eyes but didn't say a word. His gaze was gentle as he set her down on the bed and said softly, "I'm sorry, Elle. It's my fault for not being there for you when you needed me most."Noelle ignored him. He had apologized so many times that his words had lost their meaning. Turning away from him, she looked out the window and refused to acknowledge him.Quentin only noticed the dried mud on her down jacket at that moment. His heart ached again, as if he could picture her scrambling to find her ID on the ground. He called Martin. "Get me a women's down jacket in the smallest size you can find!"After hanging up the phone, his forehead creased as he gazed at her back with a deep, sorrowful look. He could only imagine how terrified she must have been.The staff from Restaurant Blanc delivered the food. Quentin brought it over to the table in the RV. "Since you're awake, come have something to eat," he said softly.Noelle snapped, "

Noelle's gaze was ice-cold as she swatted Quentin's hand away. "Mr. Lowe, your 24 hours are now Ms. Cadwell's, not mine," she said with biting sarcasm before heading out. She had already called a cab, and her ride was almost here.His breath caught in his throat. He hurried after her, seizing her arm. "Elle, are you upset with me about what I said? I know I didn't consider your feelings, but Xyla's life is on the line! She might be in grave danger if I miss a call!" "So, my problems don't matter to you, huh?" she snapped, tears glistening in her eyes. Quentin froze. Looking into his eyes, she continued, "To be honest, I know I've just been filling Xyla's role for the past three years. So, please don't make the same mistake again. After I'm done with my exams today, let's finalize our divorce." Noelle took a deep breath before turning to leave.Quentin was silent for a moment. Then, he strode forward, seizing her arm to prevent her from leaving. Without hesitation, he cupped her f

“Is this for me?" Quentin's heart leaped. He was about to reach for the wallet, but Noelle snatched it away. "Nope," she responded coolly, without looking up. She carefully placed the wallet and the bag into the suitcase compartment. Quentin inhaled sharply. It was clear to him now who the wallet was meant for. Suppressing his anger, he tried to speak calmly, "I'm your husband, Elle."Noelle arched her brow. "I would've forgotten about that if you hadn't mentioned it, Mr. Lowe." Then, she clicked the suitcase shut and set it aside. His brows drew together in a tight frown. He was well aware that his constant letdowns had led her to say that, but it still didn't sit well with him. Looking at him calmly, she said, "I've had plenty of time to think things through these past three days in Cleaveland. I've given you one last chance, and you blew it. So, it's time to keep your promise, Quentin. Let's get a divorce!"Quentin's gaze hardened as he looked at her. "So, you're leaving m

Quentin got out of the car, strode over to the Volkswagen Sagitar, yanked open the driver's door, and pulled Noelle out. "Get in my car!"He shoved her into the passenger seat and tossed the keys to the Volkswagen Sagitar to a security guard. "Could you please drive this to my doorstep? Thanks a lot." Then, he climbed into his car, started the engine, and sped out of the neighborhood. Noelle took a deep breath. "Don't expect me to thank you, Quentin!"Quentin almost scoffed. "I just don't want you to meet an untimely end before you even get to see your mom, Noelle. I'm not expecting you to thank me!"Tension filled the car, and he decided to keep his mouth shut. And just like that, the couple arrived at Dragfort Hospital. From a distance, he spotted a slender figure standing at the hospital entrance. Quentin drove over, and the both of them got out of the car. "Mom!" Noelle rushed up to Emmie. "What's wrong? Are you okay?"Emmie's face was pale, and she was clutching her abdo