บททั้งหมดของ Sorry, We're Divorced: บทที่ 131 - บทที่ 140

Noelle snapped, flailing and punching Quentin in his arms. "Do you want me to die from exhaustion?" She could barely move after one round, and he still wanted to go again? He just wanted her dead!Her reaction undoubtedly pleased him. Quentin held her close, pinning her on the large bed… Much later, he emerged from the bathroom, feeling refreshed. As he tied the belt on his robe, he said, "I'll have someone keep an eye on Lia Woodworth. I'll see to it that she won't get another chance to harm your mother."Noelle lowered her gaze. Her voice was full of resentment as she asked, "So, we're just going to let her get away with it?"Quentin turned to face her. His gentle gaze landed on her petite figure. "We need to be patient and wait for the right opportunity; we can't rush things. Besides, your father might have known about her hiring someone to harm your mother."Her breath hitched in her throat. Noelle couldn't believe that her father was aware of this, and he did nothing to stop L

In an instant, Monica was furious. "If Noelle gets to pick a property, shouldn't Maddie get to choose one as well?" she asked coldly.Fred glanced at her, but before he could respond, Noelle stood up. "I would never take this property, Aunt Monica." She closed the booklet and handed it to the butler. Then, she told Fred, "Grandpa, I already own several properties. Please keep your properties for yourself. Thank you for your generosity, though."Noelle didn't want to cause any trouble for Fred. Fred had three sons, and the wife of his third son, Monica, was known for her insatiable greed. She had always wanted a piece of everything, and she even went as far as to sabotage Quentin back when he took over Stille Industries.Fred said, "I gave this to you, Elle. There are no takebacks." He then turned to Monica and said sternly, "What? Do you want Chance to be the future head of the family as well? This property is for the wife of the future head of the family. If you want it, you'd ha

"Would you prefer to be on top or underneath me? We could do it in front of the vanity too… It has a mirror, after all." Quentin's voice was melodious, like a siren's song.Noelle's face was as red as a beet, as she couldn't believe what nonsense he was spouting! Just picturing those images made her want to crawl into a hole and die. "Shush, stop talking!"She couldn't bear his intense gaze or suggestive words. She wondered how this man could be so brazen. She was so embarrassed that she covered her eyes with her hands. Breaking free from his embrace, she bolted out of the room.Behind her, a faint smile crept up his face, and he was visibly amused. After stepping out of the bedroom, Noelle felt the weight lift off her shoulders and breathed a sigh of relief. She wandered over to the balcony and felt a tender sweetness fill her heart as she gazed at the moonlit garden with its flowing streams and bridges. "Elle?" Janet walked over with a smile. Noelle turned around and called ou

With someone else in the house, they'd only be able to do it in the bedroom. When they stopped at a red light, Quentin leaned over and whispered in Noelle's ear, "Could you ask Mom to have Winnie prepare dinner for us and leave right after? Or else, she'd get in our way of trying for a baby!"His warm breath tickled her ear, and the images evoked by his words made her cheeks burn. "No way! You do it!"This man probably thought of himself as a rabbit who was almost always in heat. Noelle was glad that Winnie was coming over. This meant that Quentin would have to restrain himself a little, and she would be able to relax. Quentin frowned. "On second thought, having Winnie around might not be so bad. If my seed has already taken root in you, you need to start taking it easy. It'll be good to have Winnie around to take care of you."Noelle was at a loss for words. And just like that, the couple arrived at her studio. When she was about to get out of the car, he turned his head slight

"Exactly!"Quentin's guilt deepened. He took a step forward and extended his arms to Xyla. "Xy, come home with me!" Xyla turned her head, as if she had just heard him. After a long while, she seemed to have recognized him, as she called out softly, "Quint…"He scooped her up in his arms and strode toward his brand-new Bentley that was parked nearby. Her slender arms wrapped around his neck, and her cheek pressed against his chest. She looked so docile and obedient that it made his heart ache. It was his fault; he had been overly careless. How could he have left her behind at the restaurant?"We're going to the hospital!" Quentin told Martin as he walked. Martin couldn't help but feel exasperated. He didn't believe that Xyla was depressed; he thought she must be faking it! No matter what, he just couldn't wrap his head around the fact that the same person who had been bossing him around the other day could be struggling with depression. Nonetheless, he opened the car door for them