All Chapters of Sorry, We're Divorced: Chapter 591 - Chapter 600

Noelle was at work that afternoon when her phone rang. The caller ID flashed a familiar name—Clement.She answered in surprise, "Clement?"Clement Xanthos's voice was steady and warm. "Elle, I'm in Collinview City. Let's meet up tonight."Noelle replied quickly, "Yeah, sure! Clement, what brings you back? Is it for work?"Clement was the son of Noelle's second uncle and had been stationed in Coastal Cove for years. She hadn't seen him in what felt like forever."Yeah, for work," Clement replied warmly.Not wanting to interrupt her work, Clement ended the call."I'll be right back, just heading to the restroom," Clement told the group of friends who were hosting a welcome gathering for him, before turning and leaving the private room.Inside the restroom, a tall man stood by the sink.Clement walked over to a nearby stall, glancing sideways as he zipped up his pants. "Mr. Lowe, you should head back to Dragfort. Elle doesn't take back her exes."Quentin, mid-zip, paused and sho

Christian pressed his lips together, a teasing look in his eyes. He kissed Noelle's cheek and then slowly moved lower, his lips landing on her neck.He used his teeth to tug open the collar of her white coat, and when his hot lips touched her skin, Noelle shuddered. "Christian, you… stop it!"His lashes brushed against her shoulder blade, and he clearly saw goosebumps rising on her pale skin. A playful glint appeared in his glassy eyes. "Call me Chris. Say it nicely.""I won't!" Noelle said, furious.Christian nipped at her, sending a tingling sensation from her neck down to her collarbone, sparking all her sensitive spots. Noelle panted, both anxious and scared. "Christian, get off! If you keep this up, I'll never speak to you again!"Her voice broke into a sob.Christian lifted his head, his eyes filled with both desire and mischief. His breathing was uneven. After all the teasing, he had gotten himself hooked."What do I want to hear?" he growled through clenched teeth.No

If Noelle could turn back time, she would've never helped Zara look for Zachary.If she hadn't gone looking for Zachary, she wouldn't have mistaken Christian for him, and she wouldn't have ended up with Christian fixated on her.Christian stretched out his long arm, leisurely picking up the water glass from the coffee table. The half-filled glass must have been sitting there since the morning, the water long gone cold. He took a sip."Got anything else?" he asked, as if he still hadn't heard enough.Noelle gasped, staring at him in disbelief.Christian placed the glass back down. "If you've got more complaints, get them all out now. I don't want you feeling wronged later."He reached up and gently pinched her cheek, his touch soft against her tear-streaked skin, a hint of affection in his gaze.It was then Noelle realized she was still sitting on his lap. Like she had been burned, she quickly slid off."Just leave already!"She grabbed a fruit knife from the coffee table, poin

Zion had been dragged out for drinks once again."I'm at work, man!" Zion said, undoing the collar of his coat as he sat down across from Quentin, exasperated. "You think I'm some rich guy like you who can leave anytime? I'm just a working stiff with a ton of stuff on my plate!"Quentin didn't seem to hear him. He gripped his glass tightly, his face dark and brooding. "Tell me, what can I do to make her forget about Xyla? She keeps bringing it up—what if Xyla hadn't done all those horrible things, and if they were both in danger, who would I save first? Zion, how can I make her forget Xyla?"Zion shook his head. "She's not going to forget. Can you forget someone who's tried to destroy you over and over? Quentin, you're probably screwed for life on this one."His words were harsh, the truth clear in his steady gaze.With a loud crack, the glass in Quentin's hand shattered, spilling liquor and glass shards onto the table. His hand was bleeding, the glass embedded in his palm, bu

However, the issue with the camera hadn't been resolved. Noelle called the building management, insisting they get to the bottom of it or she would contact the police.The lock had been recommended and installed by them, so it was hard to believe they weren't involved.The management's response was surprisingly cooperative. They explained that the camera was installed by the technician on his own and that they had already reported him to the police. He would face legal consequences, and they promised to tighten their personnel oversight. Only then did Noelle end the call.Just as her car passed the management office, Noelle looked up and saw the manager escorting a familiar figure out of the building.She froze.Martin turned around and said, "Keep your mouths shut. Don't say anything you're not supposed to. Mr. Lowe will make sure you're taken care of."The manager responded, "Don't worry, Mr. Powell. This is on us at the property office—Mr. Lowe has nothing to do with it!"