บททั้งหมดของ Sorry, We're Divorced: บทที่ 431 - บทที่ 440

Michael laid Emmie down on the bed and sat beside her. Taking her sprained ankle in his hand, he started to massage it. Emmie hissed. Without a word, he continued to massage her ankle for a while before standing up and leaving the room.As soon as he was outside, he pulled out his phone and made a call. "Tell Elijah to behave himself. If he contacts Emmie again, he can forget about his treatment and head straight back to his hometown!" Michael's voice was cold and menacing. He then hung up on them.His gaze landed on the medication that he had brought home from the hospital, sitting on the coffee table. His expression darkened further as he took the medicine and a glass of water and returned to the room.Michael measured out the prescribed amount of medication and held it out to her. Emmie hesitated for a moment, her hand shaking as she accepted them. He watched as she took the pills. He then sat on the couch across from her. Just then, her phone, which was on the coffee table,

Tears welled up in Noelle's large eyes, dampening her thick lashes. Her expression was so pure and innocent that it stirred an inexplicable sense of guilt within Christian.He looked into those eyes and felt his heart race. He, who had been confessed to by numerous girls since his teens, was starting to feel like he was going to lose control. Christian stood up and pulled out an exquisite little box from his pocket. "My grandmother wants you to have this."He handed her the small box, then pulled out his phone and dialed a number. "Hurry up and fix the elevator!" He regretted having someone stop the elevator and scaring the young woman. Her fright seemed to tug at his heartstrings, making him uncomfortable. He couldn't even remember why he'd trapped her in the elevator in the first place.Noelle looked at the jewelry box in her hand, then at the tall figure standing near the elevator door. She straightened up and carefully stood against the elevator wall, as if she might fall at

"She's so sassy," Christian mused, watching Noelle walk away. He regretted being fooled by her teary eyes, but he couldn't deny that her sharp tongue was kind of hot."Mr. Blackwood!" Zachary called out as he walked over.Christian glanced at him. "Ask your girlfriend to find out who that guy was to her."Zachary just realized why Christian had offered him such a high salary to get back together with Zara. It turned out that he had ulterior motives. Christian's real goal was to get close to Zara's best friend.Zachary smiled ingratiatingly. "I'll make sure to get it done, Mr. Blackwood!"By the time Noelle got to Zara's table, she had already composed herself. "Here, take a look at the menu, Elle. Zachary's treating us today, so don't be shy!" Zara handed her the menu. "That's right, don't be shy!" Zachary chimed in, settling in next to Zara. Noelle ordered a few dishes.Zachary asked nonchalantly, "I noticed you were with a guy earlier. Is he your boyfriend? He's quite the loo

Christian looked over and noticed Noelle stumbling past the women's restroom and making a beeline for the men's. Exasperated, he called out, "Hey!" He swiftly closed the distance between them and grabbed the back of Noelle's collar, lifting her out of the men's restroom like she was a stray kitten and setting her down in front of the women's restroom. "You're supposed to go in here!""Oh." Noelle, tipsy and muddled, shuffled inside. The back collar of her thin sweater was all askew, yet she didn't seem to notice. It wasn’t long before a woman’s heart-wrenching sobs could be heard from the women’s restroom. "No… It can't be…"Christian had just lit a cigarette and was about to turn around to take a drag when he heard her cries. He immediately turned around and found Noelle huddled in the women's restroom, crying her eyes out."What's the matter, princess?" Christian was at a loss for words. He strode over, grabbed her by the collar, and lifted her up like she weighed nothing, turni

No matter how much she usually questioned Michael's character or even confronted him, Noelle didn't dare to say a word at that moment, because he was a respected figure in the medical world, and she knew she really shouldn't have drunk last night. With her gaze lowered, she looked remorseful. "It won't happen again." Without sparing her another glance, Michael left. When Noelle returned to the office, she found another bouquet of flowers on her desk, just like the one from yesterday—roses and lisianthus. She picked them up, and searched for a card, but found none, so she handed them to Zara. "You can have them."Zara held her tongue in front of Noelle but secretly curled her lips in disdain. At the end of the day, she threw the bouquet straight into the hospital trash can.When Noelle returned home and walked out of the elevator, she noticed the neighbors across the hall bringing in new furniture. Curious, she peeked inside, recalling that an older couple lived there. And she w