Xyla snorted, "I want him to marry me right. How could I possibly bear his child out of wedlock?"Ava's forehead creased. "You fool! The matriarch of the Lowe family adores that little bitch; she would never let Quentin divorce Noelle! But things would be different if you bore Quentin's child; you could rise in power through the child!"That little bitch has been with Quentin for so many years, and she hasn't birthed a single child; she's probably infertile. If you were to bear Quentin's child, it would be the eldest grandson of the Lowe family. The Lowes would have to accept you! Once you become the mistress of the Lowe family, your child will be the future head of the family, and everything will belong to him!"Xyla frowned and remained silent. She didn't want to become his woman through such means; she wanted him to court her like he did Noelle, whispering sweet nothings into her ear and gradually making her fall for him. That would make her truly feel his love."I don't want to
Xyla yanked the sock out of her mouth. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she dry heaved for several minutes. "I'll make you pay for this, Layla!" she cursed inwardly. …As dawn broke, Noelle rose early and headed to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. Quentin descended the stairs while buttoning up his shirt. "Don't bother with mine. I have something to take care of, so I'll be heading out early." He walked up to her, wrapping his arms around her waist and giving her a quick peck on her rosy lips. Her heart sank. There on the counter was the breakfast she'd put so much effort into preparing. Noelle suddenly lost her desire to continue. She turned to him and looked a little disappointed. "What's the matter?" His eyes flickered for a moment, and he instinctively lied through his teeth, "There's been a problem with one of the projects. I should've dealt with it yesterday."Noelle nodded. "Alright."Quentin planted another kiss on her forehead and said, "I'm off. See you tonight."
"I'm tired, Quint. Why don't you go about your own day? I'll be fine here. I'll be all good after a few days of rest," Xyla said weakly.Quentin nodded. "I've already arranged for bodyguards to stand guard outside your ward. No one will dare to harm you again."Xyla nodded obediently. "Okay."As soon as he left, she sent a message to Mitchell. "Help me come up with a plan. The foreign specialist will be here to treat me tomorrow!"Mithcell was so sick and tired of Xyla. If she didn't have dirt on him, he would've blocked her ages ago. "He's a specialist. I'm just an ordinary guy. What can I do?"Xyla: "You're the deputy director of this hospital; you're not just an ordinary guy!"Mitchell gritted his teeth. "There's nothing I can do! The hospital agreed to bring the specialist in. I don't have the authority to deny him entry!"Xyla: "Find a way to stop him from coming then!" Exasperated, he decided to ignore her. However, she called him and said, "If you don't help me, I'll go
Noelle's curiosity grew. "What is it? Why are you beating around the bush?"Quentin finally found his voice. "Did you send someone to slap Xyla last night?" His tone was gentle, yet his dark eyes were piercing, as if he were attempting to see through her. After saying that, he pressed his lips together and waited for her response.Noelle was caught off guard. Her brows drew together as she asked, "What are you on about, Quentin? Don't you know who I was with last night? Do you think I can be in two places at the same time?"He called her over and sat her on his lap, only to say something that cut deep. Noelle felt hurt and upset.His expression darkened. "Xyla was slapped multiple times last night, and her face is severely swollen. I was just asking; I didn't mean anything else. I just need you to be honest with me. If it were you, I'd understand and forgive you. After all, that's what I promised you."Her breath caught in her throat. Her eyes were filled with disbelief and anger
After he arrived at the hospital, Quentin immediately spotted Mitchell stepping out of the elevator. His head was hung low, and he looked rather upset, as if he were mad at someone. He didn't notice Quentin and walked straight out of the elevator.Quentin proceeded straight to the security department. He had already called the director of the hospital beforehand, and the head of security was waiting for him at the door. When the latter spotted the former, he greeted him respectfully, "Mr. Lowe."Quentin handed him a cigarette. "Help me check the surveillance footage from the tenth floor of the inpatient department last night."The head of security shook his head when he heard Quentin's request, declining the cigarette. "I'm afraid I can't check the surveillance footage there, Mr. Lowe. The system was down last night.""It was down last night?" Quentin asked, surprised.The head of security confirmed. "Yes, it was.""What a coincidence," Quentin thought. "Alright then, don't let m
Noelle tugged at the corner of her lips, and she felt her heart beginning to soften. "Why didn't the mosquitoes eat you up?" she asked irritably.Quentin chuckled. "Maybe they tried and thought I tasted bad!"Noelle couldn't help it; she burst out laughing. Her mood, which had been gloomy all night, lifted a bit thanks to his humorous remark. She reached into her backpack, pulled out a bottle of mosquito repellent, and tossed it to him. "Spray it on yourself!"Quentin took the bottle, sprayed it on the spots that had been itching all night, and was greeted by the pleasant fragrance of honeysuckle. "Thank you." He handed the mosquito repellent back to her. Noelle took it and said, "You should go. I'm heading to the library." She stuffed the bottle back into her backpack and started to leave.He inquired, "Are you still mad at me?"Noelle stopped in her tracks. Was she still mad at him? Of course, how could she not be? But his words had taken the edge of her anger."No." Without
Xyla's expression changed dramatically. "I admit that you did help me, Mr. Kingston, but it was a win-win situation for both of us the first time! Besides, your attempt to drive a wedge between them didn't work!"Gabriel's patience had run thin. "That's none of my concern. Just tell me, when can you get me what I want?""In three days!" she said through gritted teeth. He hung up the phone.Her heart was pounding in her chest. Gabriel wanted the bid price for a project from Stille Industries, and it wouldn't be easy for her to get her hands on it; she needed to find the right opportunity.…Meanwhile, Noelle arrived at the library. Sawyer waved at her from his seat from a distance, and she walked over. "Hello."Sawyer appeared very excited as he whispered, "I thought you weren't coming." He was a full-time student who only had time to visit the library in Dragfort on weekends. The last week had felt like a month to him."I bought this for you!" He pulled out a popular cartoon plu
Large rocks tumbled down from the mountaintop unexpectedly. It crashed into the bus, which Noelle Xanthos happened to be in, and the two cars ahead. The cars were buried beneath the rubble right away. Meanwhile, the bus got struck so hard that it jerked violently before flipping onto its side."Wren, we encountered a landslide! I'm going to die!" A woman on the bus bawled while shrieking into her phone.With trembling hands, Noelle fished her phone out and sent Quentin Lowe a voice message. "I'm scared, Quentin… Can you come and get me?"The shivering in her voice made it evident that she was crying.Yet, there was no response from the other end.Noelle sat near the window, so her head smashed into the glass when the bus flipped over. The girl sitting beside her also crashed into her. When everything finally stilled, Noelle could no longer move one of her arms.Pain, chaos, stuffiness, fear, and helplessness overwhelmed the small, cramped space. Noelle felt as if she were drown