Once, Noelle tended to Quentin like her own man, but now she tended to him for Xyla's sake. She believed Quentin would eventually be Xyla's, and she wasn't that naive. Noelle delved into Quentin's pocket in search of his phone, but the ringing sound emanated from somewhere around his waist. It seemed Quentin had dropped his phone when he lay down. Noelle lowered her body, her head nearly touching his abdomen, and slid her hand underneath. Beneath her skirt, her undergarments peeked out, but she assumed Quentin wouldn't stir in a while.Unbeknownst to her, Quentin had already awoken, stealing a glance beneath her skirt. If only it were completely bare.Quentin had managed to free his arms without Noelle noticing. With surprising ease, he lifted her and gently placed her on the bed, causing Noelle to scream in surprise. Nolle looked up and found herself face-to-face with Quentin's enlarged, handsome visage. She was fuming with rage and held her breath. "You were pretending to b
Quentin's phone buzzed urgently in the dead of night, disrupting his sleep. Irritably, he grumbled as he answered the call.Gloria's urgent voice on the other end jolted him awake. "Ms. Cadwell has fainted, Mr. Lowe!"Quentin's breath caught, and all traces of weariness vanished. He sprang out of bed, quickly dressed, and dashed out.Still groggy from sleep, Noelle was roused by the muffled sound of Quentin's call. Intrigued, she decided to follow him and investigate. She immediately changed, drove, and trailed behind Quentin.The wind had stopped, and the night was unusually peaceful. There were few cars on the road, so Noelle drove aggressively. She followed Quentin from afar, eventually arriving in an upscale residential neighborhood where she assumed Xyla resided.Noelle watched Quentin exit the car and enter the building with long strides. Moments later, he reappeared, cradling Xyla in his arms, trailed by Gloria.Xyla appeared unconscious, her limp posture suggesting she wa
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
Quentin felt his temples throb. "Where did she go?" Amanda responded, "To Southern City." "Did she mention when she'll be back?" Amanda shook her head. Without hesitation, Quentin turned to leave. "Book a flight to Southern City. The earliest available!" he instructed Martin as soon as he got into the car. Martin instantly took out his phone to make the necessary arrangements. With Noelle missing, Martin couldn't help but wonder if Quentin had gotten himself into a significant jam this time.After booking the flight ticket, Quentin didn't bother to gather his belongings. He headed straight to Dragfort City Airport instead. He made it onto the plane with barely two minutes to spare before boarding was closed.At the same time, Noelle had been networking with influential people of the same industry at an event in Southern City and had received multiple hefty orders through WhatsApp."How are things going? I hope you're enjoying yourself." John approached her with a pleasan
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.
Noelle clicked on the message, only to find it was from Xyla."Noelle, even though you've deleted my contact, I still wanted to share some good news with you. Quentin has promised to marry me, and he'll divorce you. It won't be long before I become his wife."The message was followed by a string of smiley emojis.Noelle was speechless. She used to find Xyla both despicable and disgusting, but she now found her ludicrous. Xyla had gone to extreme lengths just to get under her skin. However, she had no idea how little it bothered Noelle.Noelle ignored her message and deleted the message.The next morning, Noelle began drafting the divorce agreement. As she had indicated the night before, whatever was put into Quentin's name would be his, and whatever was put into her name would be hers.That said, her divorce settlement still ended up filling an entire sheet of paper. After finishing listing her properties, she reached out to Quentin."Can you spare some time tomorrow? We need
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
John suspected that Quentin was behind this.Meanwhile, Xyla called again after Quentin returned to Windsor Villa."Quint, do you have time for a video call now? I've picked out a few wedding dresses. Would you like to see them?" Xyla asked in an endearing tone. Quentin felt a surge of impatience. There was just too much going on!"Xy, I'm busy right now! We can discuss wedding dresses later, okay?"Xyla pouted, displeased with Quentin's reply, but she remained understanding and said, "Well, okay then. You go ahead and keep yourself occupied."She hung up the phone, angrily snapping the bracelet around her wrist.Dennis and Quentin met at their regular restaurant. There, he confided his troubles to Dennis in a private lounge. Dennis shook his head incredulously."You'll end up being destroyed by Xyla sooner or later! Is there anyone who repays a favor as you do?"Sure, her brother saved your life. But you've been caring for her for so many years, isn't that enough? Now, you're