Chapter 59

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