บททั้งหมดของ Sorry, We're Divorced: บทที่ 341 - บทที่ 350

Lorraine scoffed and turned her head away, not wanting to look at him.Mark froze for a moment, but he quickly smoothed it over with a smile. "There's an old saying that goes, 'The wise are those who know when to yield.' Just think about it—you had a perfectly good life; why did you have to go against me?"Looking at her beautiful face, he couldn't resist the urge to trace her delicate features. The woman's skin was silky and glowing, a far cry from most women in their 50s. Relishing the sensation, he said, "All you need to do is be a good girl and admit you were wrong, and I'll keep treating you right. Does that sound good?"Lorraine's lips curled into a sneer as she turned around and sauntered over to the couch. Plopping down, she crossed one long leg over the other. Mark's gaze lingered on the creamy white skin that peeked out from beneath her black skirt."Doesn't it bother you, Mr. Lowe? I've been with so many men; you might catch something!"Lorraine pulled a cigarette fro

Noelle was caught off guard by Quentin's overly pleasant attitude. She couldn't help but wonder if he had some hidden agenda.Quentin drove Noelle back to her apartment in his Lamborghini. "The car is yours to keep. Since you've driven it, I doubt any woman I end up with will want it." With that, he tossed her the keys and vanished into the night.His words made her heart sink. Noelle couldn't believe he was already thinking about finding someone new when their divorce hadn't even been finalized yet. She lugged her suitcase upstairs, organized her belongings, and read for a while before turning in for the night. The next morning, she arrived at the courthouse right on the dot. Quentin was already there, standing at the entrance. Dressed in a black overcoat, matching scarf, and sunglasses, he looked distinguished and cultured. "He's such a sanctimonious man," she brooded. When she walked over, he glanced at his wristwatch and said, "It's getting late. Let's get this done quickly;

Emmie and Noelle rarely had the chance to spend time together, so their two hours together felt like a fleeting treasure to the former. However, the latter's heart was heavy with anxiety. The thought of her mother going back to Collinview was like a dark cloud hovering over Noelle. After all, Lia was more cunning than Xyla, and Michael doted on her so much. Noelle was afraid that her mother would be hurt.Two hours later, as the two of them were leaving the private dining room, they ran into someone. The man noticed Emmie and called out, "Em!" It was Elijah. Emmie was caught off guard for a moment. Elijah walked over and looked at Noelle curiously. Then, realization dawned on him. "Is this your daughter?"Emmie nodded. "Yeah. Elle, this is Mr. Callahan.""Nice to meet you, Mr. Callahan," Noelle said.Looking at Noelle, Elijah recalled their chance meeting at the restaurant. So, she really was her daughter. He smiled, a note of wistfulness in his deep-set eyes. "You've grown so

When Quentin arrived at Neon Nights, Zion and Dennis were already in the private room. Zion was a tall, slender man who wore gold-rimmed glasses. His skin was very pale, most likely a result of his extensive time in the lab, and he had a scholarly air. As soon as he saw Quentin, he asked, "So, you've really gotten a divorce?""Yep," Quentin answered, plopping down on the couch. He lit a cigarette, leaned back in his seat, and crossed his legs, looking lost in thought. Zion chuckled. "Does this have anything to do with what I said?" The other day, Quentin had called him, asking him what to do about Noelle's condition. He had told him to do whatever she wanted. He hadn't expected him to go through with it. He'd said it in jest that day, but now that they were actually divorced, Zion felt guilty. "No way." Quentin sat up from the couch, suddenly full of energy. He flicked the ash off his cigarette into the ashtray. Zion and Dennis looked at him, puzzled. After flicking the ash

In the car, Quentin called Yvette. "Where's my wife?"Yvette had just arrived home. "Noelle must be home already!" Since she'd left the restaurant with Noelle, it was only natural for her to assume that she had gone home.Quentin demanded, "Call her and find out where she is!"His voice was so stern that Yvette could feel her eldest cousin's commanding presence through the phone. Annoyed, she pouted and called Noelle, oblivious to the way Quentin had addressed Noelle. "Where are you, Noelle?" Yvette asked as soon as the call connected.Noelle responded, "I'm at Corner Café. What's going on?""Oh, nothing much," Yvette said. As soon as she hung up the phone, she called Quentin back and told him where Noelle was. After hanging up the phone, Quentin hopped into his car and sped off to the Corner Café. Even from afar, he could see Gabriel and Noelle chatting animatedly in the café. It was clear that they were enjoying each other's company. However, to Quentin, Gabriel was nothin