As they traveled together, Quentin would make fun of Noelle, calling her a snail and joking that if she drove too fast, she would murder people on the road. Noelle believed her nervousness behind the wheel was somehow connected to Quentin. John's reassurance gradually helped Noelle relax. The rest of the journey went much smoother.When they arrived at their destination, Noelle wiped the sweat from her forehead and said, "Mr. Xenos, I finally got you safely here." John chuckled, finding Noelle charming. "Come upstairs for some coffee!" he said. "I appreciate it, but I still have work to do. Until next time, then," Noelle declined, not wanting to cause any trouble. She knew how jealous Quentin could be. Noelle hailed a taxi. As the blue taxi pulled away, John watched it depart with a knowing smile. He turned and headed into the office building. Leslie went into John's office with a cup of coffee, showing no signs of discomfort from the restaurant earlier. "Mr. Xenos, am I c

Xyla appeared to be innocent and unharmed. She was akin to a flower. Those who didn't know her would easily be fooled. During her time in the entertainment industry, she had carefully cultivated such a delicate image. Quentin had his back turned to Xyla as she walked in, so he couldn't see her. Noelle seized the opportunity to playfully stroke Quentin's leg under the table with her heels. Quentin furrowed his brow but continued eating, unfazed. Noelle persisted in teasing him. A flirtatious atmosphere lingered at the table.Quentin glanced up. His voice was low but audible. "Are you feeling horny?" Noelle flushed at his question. How could he relate everything to sex at every chance? "Let me satisfy you in a few days," Quentin said nonchalantly. Noelle was taken aback by how straightforward Quentin was. She seemed to have pleased him adequately last night. Noelle wanted to hide under the table and vanish. Noelle had tried to seduce Quentin to annoy Xyla, but now the tables

Was Martin hinting that Quentin and Xyla had a messy breakup? Quentin was visibly troubled after posing his question. He loosened his tie in frustration. On the other hand, Yvette dragged Noelle to play golf and introduced her to some of her college mates.Yvette solemnly introduced her to everyone. "Meet my cousin's wife, Noelle! She is the most renowned interior designer in the industry. If anyone needs renovation work, she's the one to go to!" One guy joked, "Seriously? I mean, the Lowe family is loaded. Why is your cousin's wife still working? Couldn't she just ask her husband for a project and be set for years?"The Lowe family's properties were distributed across the country, each ready to move in with pre-furnished interiors ready.Noelle pursed her lips and remained silent. Quentin had never allocated any projects to her, even though several of the Lowe family's houses were move-in ready with fully furnished interiors.However, Noelle had no intention of relying on

"Yvette!" Quentin called out in a low voice.Reluctantly, Yvette walked over. Quentin murmured a few words to her, and Yvette entered the changing room begrudgingly.After getting dressed, Noelle emerged from the changing room. Quentin was smoking outside. She glanced at him briefly, then walked away with Yvette.Quentin followed shortly after. While Yvette's friends hopped into another car, Noelle hopped into Yvette's. Quentin told Martin to drive behind them.Soon, they arrived at Bellagio Bistro. Noelle and her group walked into the restaurant. Quentin exited the car and instructed Martin, "Bring that bottle of Romanée-Conti!""Yes, Mr. Lowe!"Martin got out of the car and retrieved the wine from the trunk. Quentin then walked into the restaurant.The door to the private room was open, so Quentin stepped in and sat casually next to Noelle. He had requested that Yvette reserve the seat for him.Noelle groaned and turned away, refusing to look at his face. She briefly looked a

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