All Chapters of Sorry, We're Divorced: Chapter 541 - Chapter 550

When Christian returned, Philbert was still standing guard outside Noelle's apartment, like a sentry. Seeing Christian approach, he greeted him, "Mr. Blackwood."Christian's handsome face still held a trace of coldness.Unbuttoning his coat one by one, he told Philbert to head home. Christian went inside alone.Noelle was dreaming about the scene in a hospital parking lot. She woke up screaming, immediately falling into someone's arms."Don't be scared, I'm here," Christian's gentle, concerned voice came from beside her.Noelle opened her eyes to see his face close in front of her.He was holding her, and the soft glow of the bedside lamp blurred the sharp angles of his features. His eyes were full of warmth and concern.This scene jolted her fully awake.Quickly, she moved away from his arms, her face flushing red. "I thought you left."Christian's arms hesitated for a moment as she pulled away, but then he curved his lips into a smile, his eyes sparkling with a playful glint

Noelle suddenly realized what Russ had mentioned earlier—someone from Collinview University had gone to Michael and said awful things.That person was Zara.She looked at Zara in disbelief. "You really don't know what you did?"Noelle didn't know exactly what Zara had told Michael, but judging from the scolding she had received, she could guess.Standing up, Noelle walked over to her. "Zara, we've been classmates for half a year. Haven't I treated you well? When you needed help, I was there. When you couldn't cover your tuition, I helped pay for it. When you had nowhere to live, I let you stay at my place."When you needed something, I went out of my way to get it for you. Every time an opportunity came up, I thought of you first. And yet, you accused me of overcharging you for a wallet I bought on your behalf, and now you run to Mr. Xanthos to bad-mouth me? Where's your conscience?"The Noelle standing before Zara was completely different from the kind, smiling person she usuall

Noelle had lost her appetite ever since Quentin said what he did.Now, she stared blankly at the table, a feast of dishes spread before her.Christian placed a few servings on her plate. "Why aren't you eating? The chef here is a descendant of the palace cooks from the last kingdom. You won't find food like this anywhere else. And even if you do, it won't taste the same."His hands moved with practiced care, his pretty eyes filled with gentle concern. But if you looked closer, there was a glint of coldness beneath the warmth.Noelle picked up her fork and took a bite of the braised pork.It was perfectly tender, but it felt as though something was lodged in her throat. What should have been rich and flavorful now tasted like sawdust.She couldn't swallow.Across from her, Christian watched silently, his gaze steady but unreadable, like a storm gathering on the horizon—perhaps nothing at all.He reached for the fist next, carefully removing the bones before placing a delicate pi

Noelle's car pulled into the familiar neighborhood, stopping in front of the apartment building where she had lived for half a year.She stepped out quickly and hurried upstairs.It was as if Quentin had been waiting for her. The moment she reached the door, it swung open, revealing his lean figure.He grabbed her arm and pulled her inside.As Christian stepped out of the elevator, he caught sight of Quentin holding Noelle close before the door closed behind them.He stood there, tall and motionless, watching in silence for a long moment.Inside the apartment, Quentin's grip around Noelle's waist tightened.Her familiar scent filled his senses, and he bent down, brushing a kiss against the corner of her mouth.One of his hands slid from her waist, resting possessively on the curve of her hip. He pulled her roughly against him.Noelle's body slammed into Quentin's chest, and she let out a small cry, her breath hitching.The familiar warmth enveloped him, and the softness of he

The air grew awkwardly silent.Noelle's mouth opened and closed as she stared at Christian's handsome face. His brow was furrowed in concern.Noelle nearly bit her tongue. "You… you should go test it yourself!"As soon as the words left her mouth, her face flushed bright red. She spun around and hurried into the room, slamming the door behind her.Christian's lips twitched as he suppressed a laugh, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Test it yourself, huh?"His phone rang—it was Julian. He turned around to answer it."Mr. Blackwood, the Vastora Group just canceled their partnership with us."Christian's mood darkened instantly.He turned back toward the bedroom, knocked on the door, and said, "Babe, I need to take care of something. Make sure you eat, alright?""Mm-hmm, I will. You should go, and, uh, test it!" came the sweet and concerned voice from inside.Christian paused, momentarily speechless.Meanwhile, Quentin stepped out of the police station, his tall figure bathed