All Chapters of Sorry, We're Divorced: Chapter 371 - Chapter 380

Mark was caught off guard, and his expression changed slightly. Quentin returned carrying the thermos, with Janet, Yvette, and the rest of his family following closely behind.When Monica saw Noelle, she scowled. "Why are you still clinging to the title of the Lowe family's eldest granddaughter-in-law after your divorce?"Chance shifted uncomfortably and shot her a look, whispering, "Mom, please watch what you say!" Monica snorted disdainfully. "We're still married!" Quentin exclaimed as he automatically positioned himself next to Noelle. He tried to hold her hand, but she pulled away. "We'll be getting a divorce tomorrow!" she stated flatly.Everyone in the room was stunned. "What's the meaning of this, Quentin? Explain yourself!" Janet demanded. She felt like she'd been played for a fool and was so angry that she wanted to strangle her son to get the truth out of him.Quentin responded calmly, "The divorce certificate is fake. There's all there is to it."Unable to contain

Quentin eased his car to a stop next to the Volkswagen Sagitar. Then, he got out and tapped on the window. The silence that followed told him all he needed to know; Noelle was fast asleep.There was a hotel in the rest area, and he wanted nothing more than to get Noelle inside. However, the car door was locked, and he couldn't open it. In the frigid northern night, the car would soon become a frozen tomb.His heart was heavy with worry as he raised his hand again and pounded on the window. This time, he successfully roused her from sleep. Noelle lifted her head from the steering wheel, looking disoriented. Quentin called her phone again, and this time, she picked up."Elle, listen to me; you have to go to the hotel to rest! You'll freeze out here!" In the frigid northern night, Quentin stood tall and elegant in his black Gucci coat. Despite the biting temperatures, he remained impeccably poised and handsome.Noelle could already feel the cold seeping into her body. Disregarding the

Quentin didn't even spare Laura a glance. "Do whatever you want."Laura set her tray down and pretended to trip over the chair, falling right into Quentin's arms. "Oh, dear!" she exclaimed, using the man for support as she slowly rose to her feet. She deliberately pressed her boobs against his chest and looked at him seductively.Quentin's face twisted in disgust. He seized her arm, yanked her up, and pushed her away. "Scram!" He had seen his fair share of shamelessness, but this was on a whole new level. Laura was sent sprawling on the ground, her face flushing a deep crimson. With so many eyes on her, she stomped her foot and huffed, "So what if you're rich? My brother-in-law is way richer than you! His family's the wealthiest in Dragfort!"Quentin had already gotten up, and when he heard Laura's outburst, he stopped in his tracks for a moment but chose not to engage. He made his way to the entrance of the restaurant, took off his coat, and dumped it in the trash can before he l

After Noelle left, Lorraine went straight home. She opened the door and was just about to take off her shoes when someone covered her mouth from behind. The person dragged her toward the bed and forced her down onto it. The man took out a rope and secured her hands, then held her chin firmly, forcing her to turn her head. As soon as she saw Mark, Lorraine's pupils dilated. His gaze was cold and contemptuous as he asked lowly, "So, you lied to me, huh?"Her heart raced, but she forced herself to ask, "What are you talking about?" Mark sneered, "You told me you had an STD. What? Have you forgotten about that already? Do you need me to jog your memory?"He grasped her chin so tightly that it felt as though her bones might break. With her mouth hung open and her head tilted back, she looked at him in fright, but she couldn't say a word. Mark let go of her and started undoing his collar. Over an hour later, Lorraine lay on the bed, her body quivering and drenched in sweat as though

Lydia was caught off guard, her eyes wide with disbelief. She didn't want to leave, but she knew she had to. After getting into the car, she glared at Madison's profile, as if she wanted to stab her with a dozen invisible daggers.After the Murphies left, Jaxon turned to Madison. "Maddie, don't forget that you're Chance's lawfully wedded wife. No matter what, carry yourself with grace and dignity!" With that, he left.Madison didn't spare Chance a glance either; she turned and got into her car. Chance watched as the Audi drove away before he turned and left. When he returned to the villa, he found Madison watering the flowers. Clad in a misty blue sweater and trousers, her dark hair framed her peaceful countenance. She didn't seem to notice him as she carefully and lovingly watered the flowers whose names eluded him. After watering, she pruned and trimmed the leaves.When he walked past her, she didn't say a word, behaving as though he was invisible. Chance went to the study to fi