All Chapters of Sorry, We're Divorced: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

John followed her from behind, like her steadfast protector. He maintained a few steps' distance to avoid making Noelle feel pressured while ensuring her safety. "Mr. Xenos," Noelle said as they reached a bridge, turning to him. John approached her and replied, "Call me John. Jo will do as well." Noelle smiled and responded, "Jo it is, then." "Okay." The two stood side by side on the bridge, gazing at the calm river beneath the neon lights in the distance. Noelle began, "Why does Quentin shower Xyla with affection, even though he knows she's deceitful and manipulative? Even when he knows she lies?" "Xyla could stand idly by in life-threatening situations. Nevertheless, Quentin continued to show her affection." "Hmm..." John didn't know how to answer the questions. Perhaps Quentin had peculiar tastes."Why dwell on it? You're still young. There are plenty of women your age still in school! Why not leave him and go after your happiness?" John advised. Noelle remained s

After Noelle left the banquet, she called John."Jo, I'm feeling a bit tired, so I'm heading back to the hotel.""Alright. Please take care," John replied.After hanging up, he noticed a familiar face in the hall. Quentin spotted him as well, his handsome eyes hinting at malice. Many wealthy business people of Southern City came over to greet him."Mr. Lowe, we can't believe you're here. What a stroke of luck!" one of them cried.Quentin, who was feeling agitated, was not in the mood for small talk. He graciously responded, "Nice to meet you all! I have important business to attend to today. Until next time, then."With that, Quentin nodded and went away. Disappointed that Quentin appeared in a hurry, the businessmen decided to host him a banquet to honor his presence in Southern City.Martin approached Quentin as he left the banquet hall."Mr. Lowe, should we go to Mrs. Lowe's hotel and track her down?"Quentin, buried in thought, commanded firmly, "Let's return to our hotel.

Quentin glanced at Noelle's messy sketches. He felt a pang of sympathy as he stole a glance at her, wondering if he had ever mistreated her.Since their wedding day, he had handed her his credit card without any spending restrictions. Moreover, he couldn't even remember the total amount he had transferred to her account over the years.And what about the properties he had bestowed upon her? Why did Noelle put herself through this?As the plane prepared to touch down in Dragfort City, Noelle stirred from her nap. Gazing at the jumble of sketches she had made, she winced. She crumpled the page into a ball and shoved it into her backpack, intending to dispose of it after landing.When she saw Quentin staring at her, she furrowed her brow. What was wrong with him? Why was he staring at her without a reason?Once the plane had safely landed, Noelle reached for her luggage to leave. However, Quentin had already snatched her luggage before she could respond.Noelle watched him leave wit

Xyla had Gloria pack up her things in the hospital. The floor was cluttered with suitcases and over a dozen logo-emblazoned tote bags, giving her the impression of a tourist on a shopping spree rather than a patient. "All of these need to be taken out. Be careful, do you hear me? There are valuable things inside!" Xyla instructed Martin with an air of entitlement reminiscent of an overbearing queen. Martin carefully began to move the items, but one of the tote bags slipped. A pile of cosmetic boxes slipped from the bag. Xyla screamed, pointing accusingly at Martin."You! I warned you to be careful! These are all imported items. Can you afford to pay for them?" Xyla's frustrated demeanor was a far cry from her usual gentle and delicate image. Before Quentin had promised to marry her, Xyla had treated Martin with warmth and courtesy. Now that she was about to assume the position of Quentin's wife, she felt there was no need to be polite with Quentin's subordinates.Martin, frustr

After Quentin was assigned to a ward, Martin excused himself to attend to some matters. Noelle silently observed the sleeping man on the bed, her sigh echoing in the quiet space. She would not be experiencing such anxiety if he had been involved in a car accident after their divorce.Suddenly, Quentin awoke. He slowly opened his eyes, taking comfort in the familiar sight by the window.He had never felt so serene before.Maybe the idea of getting a divorce wouldn't come up again for a while. The crash had served its purpose."Are you Aunt Emmie's daughter?" he asked, propping himself up slightly.Noelle hesitated. She had considered the potential consequences of his memory loss, but she hadn't expected this degree of disorientation."You should stay still for now! Don't go risking any more damage to your spleen," she advised, approaching to assist him back onto the bed.Quentin complied obediently, settling onto the bed with her assistance."You're practically a regular around