All Chapters of Sorry, We're Divorced: Chapter 401 - Chapter 410

After keeping an eye on Quentin for a while, Mark couldn't read anything from his expression. He smiled and responded, "You're right. I'll go apologize to her in person."Fred's face darkened. "You've upset Jan? You're always out drinking and leaving everything to her, and yet you still have the nerve to act like you've done nothing wrong?"Mark wore a contrite look and said, "You're absolutely right, Dad. I know I've made a mistake. I'll go and bring her back first thing tomorrow!"Fred snorted in response. Quentin, on the other hand, frowned but remained silent.As Yvette listened to his pompous speech, she thought about his infidelity and felt even more nauseated. Suddenly, she couldn't hold it in any longer and gagged. She then ran out, covering her mouth.Mark frowned, displeased. Yvette had gagged as soon as he walked in and had run off to throw up after he had said just a few words. "Quentin, you should take Yvette to the doctor. We don't want it to turn into a bigger probl

Quentin was at a loss for words. Even though the alpaca grossed him out, he had to put up with it because it was his wife's pet. He wiped the spit off with a tissue and gave the alpaca a dirty look."Stay down there; don't you dare come upstairs!" she said without a backward glance, assuming he would follow her upstairs. Quentin was dumbfounded. He turned around and glanced at the small, five-foot-long fabric couch. He tugged at the corner of his lips before walking over to lie down on it. He was stoked that she was letting him crash here, so he wasn't going to be finicky about anything.Noelle felt so safe with Quentin around that she fell right asleep and didn't have any nightmares that night. She slept like a baby, but Quentin wasn't as lucky. At nearly 6'3", he found it incredibly difficult to get comfortable on the small couch. He tossed and turned all night, and just when he was about to drift off, the alpaca came over and spat right in his face. He opened his eyes and look

Hence, when Janet emerged from Fred's bedroom, Mark cornered her in the kitchen and pulled out a delicate jewelry box from his pocket. He opened it, revealing a stunning necklace from a high-end brand. "Do you like it?"Janet looked at the necklace and wondered if he had used similar gifts to cajole his mistress. "I bet you've used this trick countless times on your mistress, huh?" she sneered as she took the box from him.With an arched brow and a touch of mockery in her gaze, she suddenly seemed more alluring. Mark found himself strangely drawn to her. "She can't even hold a candle to you!" He reached into the box and was about to place the necklace around her neck. Janet released her grip on the box, letting it and the necklace fall to the ground. "I bet you've said those exact words to your mistress as well, Mr. Lowe!"Mark was caught off guard. Then, he smiled. "Of course not. I was just fooling around with that woman; she's nothing compared to you!"Lorraine had always been

Quentin walked over to the couch to take a call. Chance was on the line. "You've always been the one in charge of the Havenport City project, so why are you sending me there?"Quentin responded, "I can't go because Xyla's surgery is the day after tomorrow.""Alright," Chance responded.As soon as Noelle came downstairs after changing her clothes, she heard Quentin's voice. She silently clenched her fists and laughed at herself for being moved moments ago. "You really are too easy to impress, you fool," she thought to herself. Noelle went straight to the kitchen to make herself something to eat. She hadn't had lunch at Lowe Mansion, so she was pretty hungry at the moment. Quentin hung up the phone and walked over. "I'll do it." He rolled up his sleeves, took the vegetables she was about to wash, and rinsed them carefully under the faucet. He looked every bit the ideal husband—except for the fact that he was always thinking about another woman.…Meanwhile, everyone had left aft

Quentin responded, "Keep going until he's admitted to Bedlam Hospital!"Bedlam Hospital was a mental asylum in Dragfort, so the person on the other end of the line immediately caught on. "Understood, Mr. Lowe."After hanging up, Quentin tucked his phone into his pocket and stepped into the elevator. As the numbers on the display ticked down, his expression became more resolute. …Noelle felt a sense of relief when she learned that Mark was hospitalized. Surely a man with a broken leg wouldn't be scheming against her within the confines of a hospital?Just then, the door creaked open, and Quentin walked in. He was holding a white plush dog. As soon as he walked in, he handed it to her. "This is for you. Do you like it?"He had never given her gifts before. The only times he did were on her birthday or their anniversary, and even then, it was done more out of obligation. So, she was genuinely surprised when he gave her that stuffed animal.However, the puppy was just too adorable