Chapter 41

"Dar… Darling," Noelle stammered.

Quentin's lips formed a pleased smile. He wrapped his arms around her waist, lifting her gently off the countertop.

Blushing furiously, Noelle scooped up some ravioli and carefully carried it to the table. Her cheeks were still flushed. They each had a bowl of ravioli in front of them.

Noelle buried herself in her meal. Her cheeks were burning with embarrassment while Quentin juggled eating with a phone call. His expression darkened as he listened intently.

"Who would tamper with it?"

After the call ended, Quentin shot Noelle a serious glance.

"Your Mom's injury wasn't just an accident."

Noelle's heart skipped a beat. Her fork clattered into her bowl of ravioli.

"What do you mean?" she asked.

Quentin's voice was grim. "The collapse was no accident. It was deliberate sabotage."

Noelle's appetite vanished instantly. "Who would harm my mom?" she exclaimed.

Quentin's expression darkened further. "We're looking into it. It seems to involve