Quentin let go of Noelle. He stuffed the umbrella into her hand before he started his search for the lost ring. It was a symbol of their marriage, and he didn't want to lose it. Fine rain drizzled down, leaving the ground wet and slick. Students filed out of the library, their footsteps mingling with the sound of passing vehicles. Quentin searched painstakingly and ultimately found the ring lying in a puddle. He hurried over and bent down to pick it up. Just then, a car zoomed by, hurling a cascade of muddy water over him. The noble and handsome man was instantly drenched and disheveled. Unbothered, Quentin clutched the ring with a bright smile on his face. He rose to his feet and hurried over to Noelle. He then took her hand and slid the ring back onto her finger. "Elle, please don't ever take it off again, okay? Just give me another chance; I'm begging you!" He pulled her into a tight embrace, holding her as if his very soul depended on it.His hair and body were drenched in
"What would you like to eat?" Quentin asked as he walked out. Noelle answered, "Spaghetti!" He responded, "I'll make some for you."The couple arrived at the kitchen. He took a pot and filled it halfway with water under the faucet. Then, he poured flour onto the kitchen counter to make pasta dough. The flour was dusted all over the man. Quentin glanced at his now-flour-covered, brand-new loungewear and frowned. Her lips twitched. Noelle couldn't believe that he had made such a mess in the short time it took her to answer a phone call. Moreover, with that much flour, how many eggs would they need to make the pasta dough, and how much spaghetti were they planning to make? How long would this take them?Quentin, on the other hand, was still enthusiastically pouring flour onto the kitchen counter. He accidentally poured too much flour, so he started cracking open more eggs. Then, he added too many egg yolks, so he added more flour again.His fingers were now stuck in the dough,
Quentin frowned, feeling uncomfortable. He raised his hand to loosen his tie, but it did nothing to alleviate the guilt and unease that had welled up within him.If Xyla really suffered from depression, then his actions would only make things worse for her. Moreover, he'd be letting down the spirit of his fallen hero. As he was tormented by anguish, a warm hand slipped into his palm and intertwined their fingers. Startled, he looked up and noticed a lovely young lady standing beside him. "What are you doing here?" His dark eyes lit up. Noelle smiled and said sarcastically, "I'm here to keep an eye on you, Mr. Lowe. If Xyla's EEG turns out fine, I bet you'd go soft on her."His eyes flickered. "I'd just feel a little guilty," he admitted. "After all, she is my hero's younger sister."Exasperated, she responded, "Being your hero's younger sister doesn't give her the right to lie."Quentin gazed at her in silence. If Xyla had truly lied, he couldn't bring himself to be harsh on he
"But your seniors haven't seen Xyla with their own eyes, have they?" Quentin's forehead creased. "I'm sure you're aware that we can't jump to conclusions about things we haven't witnessed with our own eyes!"Noelle looked at him and suddenly clammed up. She was afraid that his next words would be, "Do you have to brand Xy as a liar to feel better?" Much like the day he asked her, "Why are you so dead set on pushing Xy to the brink?""Alright." She spun around and left in disappointment. Quentin felt conflicted as he watched her get into a cab. When did she become so stubborn?Just then, his phone rang. He noticed the caller ID was Ava and answered it. Her voice was frantic. "This is bad, Mr. Lowe. Ms. Cadwell slit her wrist!"Quentin felt a jolt course through his body. Without a moment's hesitation, he sprinted toward the ward. Xyla was lying on the bed, her slender arm hanging over the edge. Blood was dripping from a gash on her wrist.His mind went blank, and he almost fell to
"Did he bully you again?" John asked lowly, narrowing his eyes. A heavy, almost palpable tension filled the air around him.Gazing at him, Yvette suddenly thought John was such a loving man. If she were to have a man like him in her life, she'd be the happiest woman alive.While she was daydreaming about a life with John, Noelle composed herself and smiled. "No, he didn't. Let's eat!"Even though she was clearly smiling, it didn't reach her eyes. His heart ached. Without saying another word, John lowered his head and ate. But the food tasted like sawdust.After their late-night snack, John headed off on his own. On the way home, he called a friend. "Find out what's been going on between Quentin Lowe, his wife, and Xyla Cadwell over the past few days!"He wasn't one to meddle in others' affairs, but Noelle was his Achilles' heel. He couldn't watch her suffer from the sidelines forever.…As Yvette drove Noelle home, she couldn't help but think that her lousy cousin couldn't hold
As he pressed his forehead against hers, their breaths intertwined, sending ripples through their hearts. Noelle took a deep breath. "Mr. Lowe, you should sort things out with Xyla before you come to me." Or else, even if she didn't bring up Xyla, the two of them would still end up arguing. Xyla had always been a ticking time bomb, threatening their relationship. She pushed him away and stormed off. Quentin stood frozen in place. It took him a while to compose himself. Then, he called Dennis. "Let's meet up for a drink!"…At the club, Quentin had a lot on his mind, and his bottle was already drained. He reached for another bottle, but Dennis stopped him. "That's enough, man. If you keep drinking, you'll drink yourself into an early grave! Look, if you ask me, you should just listen to Noelle and do another EEG on Xyla. Also, both you and Noelle should be there to ensure it's authentic and untampered with.""Honestly, I wouldn't put it past that woman to fake an EEG," Dennis tho
"You can't do this to me, John Xenos! Quentin won't let you get away with treating me like this!" Xyla yelled, her heart pounding with fear and panic. Gone was her usual gentle and demure demeanor. Once the EEG was done, her lie would be exposed. Noticing had John remained as steady as a rock, she was livid. "Quint will make you pay for this, John Xenos!""That's fine. I'd like to see him try," John responded indifferently, gesturing for them to start. Throughout the test, John stayed in the room. This hospital was one of Dragfort's best private hospitals, and the doctors were his own men. The results were accurate. Half an hour later, John held up the report in his hands. It confirmed that Xyla's EEG was normal. A sardonic smile played on his lips as he took in the results. "Send Ms. Cadwell back," he instructed the people inside the room with a meaningful smile.As soon as the results were out, Xyla's heart sank. She collapsed on the ground and was dragged away by John's men.
In the dead of the night, Xyla had sent Mitchell a message, demanding that he come to the hospital immediately to deal with the surveillance footage. She also threatened him, claiming that if he didn't show up, she'd report the incident to the Department of Public Health. Terrified, Mitchell wasted no time and drove over as fast as he could. Xyla breathed a sigh of relief. She had to keep whatever happened last night a secret at all costs. As long as she claimed that she hadn't set foot out of her ward, no one could prove the EEG report was hers. But then she clenched her fists, and her face contorted in anger. She had spent the whole night in fear, unable to say a word to Quentin, yet that woman got to be with him. How dare she?…Quentin had a bad night's sleep last night. He drank too much, and now he had a headache and an upset stomach. As soon as he got into the car, he didn't want to move. Noelle felt both concerned and helpless. Martin drove them to Windsor Villa. Noelle