"Mr. Lowe, it's time for you to go to the hospital for your IV treatment," Martin reminded Quentin.Feeling the discomfort in his body, Quentin stood up and said, "Let's go."On the way to the hospital, they came to a roadblock.Quentin instructed, "Go and check out what's going on up front."Martin went to investigate and quickly returned, saying, "Mr. Lowe, it's Mrs. Lowe's car; she's been in a rear-end collision."Quentin's brows tightened.After leaving the supermarket, Noelle was on her way back home when a Volkswagen suddenly changed lanes on her left and cut her off. She couldn't react in time, resulting in a rear-end collision.Although the other driver was at fault, he was being aggressive. He grabbed her by the collar and demanded 100 thousand dollars for compensation, acting quite arrogantly.That was when Gabriel appeared. He got out of a Cayenne, his sturdy figure moving swiftly, and grabbed the man's hand, flinging him aside."Talk if you need to, but there's no

Quentin reluctantly stretched out his right hand.Noelle tied a band around the back of his hand, gave it a tap to find a vein, and then inserted the needle.He yelled out in pain as his hand jerked violently."Do you even know how to do this?" he exclaimed.The needle almost made him jump off the bed.Embarrassed, she said, "Mr. Lowe, you're the one who asked me to do this! I studied clinical medicine, not nursing. If you want me to play nurse, I can't promise perfection."She knew the process of administering an IV but wasn't any good at it.Quentin was tongue-tied. He couldn't admit that he didn't know about that. He assumed that anyone who studied medicine could administer IVs.Nevertheless, the needle was in place, and the blood return was normal.She applied some medical tape to secure it but noticed that he was staring at a specific spot on her."Where are you looking?" she snapped.Quentin wore an indifferent expression when he replied, "Aren't you exposing it for pe

"Mrs. Lowe," the security guard from earlier greeted Noelle politely."The actual 'Mrs. Lowe' is right here. Let's see how that other woman can pretend now!" he thought."Hello," Noelle replied with courtesy.As she looked up, she noticed a figure dressed in white standing not far away. It was Xyla. Her slender frame was wrapped in a long dress, and her red lips were pouting. Her narrowed eyes glared at Noelle. She was clearly angry about something.Noelle didn't want to engage with her, so she took out her phone to message Summer, asking where she was. Summer was supposed to pick her up soon after meeting some friends nearby."Noelle, don't you have any shame?" Xyla burst out, shouting at Noelle furiously."I've told you so many times that Quint doesn't love you! Why are you sticking around? Are you dense? Don't you know that you're the third party now?"Noelle's lips twitched with anger at her nonsense.She refuted, "Xyla, do you seriously not realize who's the third party

"Then who are you planning to make your husband, huh?" Quentin asked, his breathing unsteady.Noelle had no interest in engaging with him anymore since he was always turning things upside down. She reached for the car door, but he grabbed her wrist and pushed her against the seat.He leaned in close and kissed her forcefully, his lips crushing hers like he was staking his claim.Her eyes widened in shock. For a moment, she forgot to breathe. So, she only stared at him in shock.Martin, in the driver's seat, saw through the rearview mirror that they were nearly on top of each other. He was so frightened he almost crawled under the car.He quietly opened the car door and tumbled out as fast as he could.Quentin's kiss was forceful and possessive as if declaring his dominance. At first, Noelle was too stunned to react, but soon she began to resist.However, she couldn't fight off his advances, and he pushed her down into the seat. Her breathing grew unsteady, and her cheeks burned.

Noelle was startled, thinking a burglar had broken in. When she saw the familiar face of the man, her expression turned cold."What are you doing here?" she asked.Quentin stepped inside and said, "I'm hungry. I want to eat the homemade pasta you make."Typically, he was the kind of man who cared about his image, yet he was only wearing pajamas.She wasn't pleased by the sudden intrusion, so she snapped, "Go ask Xyla to cook for you."Why should she make him food when they were already getting divorced?He grasped her wrist, his deep onyx eyes softening.He sighed, "I promise to keep my distance from Xyla from now on, okay?"She paused.As she was still contemplating the truth of his words, Quentin casually walked in and sat on the sofa. He leaned back as if he was completely exhausted."It's been so long since I've eaten your pasta. Sometimes, I even dream about it," he remarked.Something in Noelle's heart softened. For that moment, she felt a pang of tenderness."Wait he