Semua Bab Sorry, We're Divorced: Bab 441 - Bab 450

Noelle was about to swipe her room key when a middle-aged man in a suit emerged from the elevator. He walked over to her and said politely, "Ms. Xanthos, we've taken the liberty of upgrading your room to the presidential suite. Please allow me to show you the way." Noelle turned around and tugged at the corner of her lips. "I think there's been a mistake. I only paid for a standard room."The man explained, "There's no mistake, Ms. Xanthos. Please let me show you to your new room." With that, he took her suitcase. Noelle followed the man to the exclusive VIP floor and felt as if she had stepped into a whole new world. Everything around her was overwhelmingly luxurious. The man led her to a room and personally opened the door for her. "After you, Ms. Xanthos."Noelle hesitantly walked in, taking in the opulent surroundings. The man rolled her suitcase and said, "I'm your personal butler, Ms. Xanthos. Please let me know if you need anything."Puzzled, she was about to question the

Quentin's heart sank when he noticed the anger and disappointment in Janet's eyes."Alright, alright, dry those tears. Let's sit down and catch up!" Janet pulled Noelle over to the couch and started asking her about her life, from her studies to her job at the hospital, and how she was doing in general.After Noelle answered all her questions, she smiled. "I'm so glad to hear everything is going well for you!"Meanwhile, Xyla peered through the window and clenched her fists when she noticed it was really Noelle sitting on the couch. So, it was true; she was back, and to think she was now a graduate student, studying medicine. "Why the hell does that bitch get to live such a good life while I have to keep going to the hospital for follow-up treatments?" she brooded. Also, she had to earn every penny for those treatments by selling her body. Why was life so unfair? These thoughts sparked a burning hatred in Xyla. Why didn't that bitch just drown in the ocean that day?…At noon,

After a while, Fred woke up. Noelle helped him freshen up, while Quentin helped from the side. Fred asked, "Why don't you take Elle home to get some rest, Quentin? I'll be fine with a caregiver here, so you should head back to work as well."Quentin nodded in response. Fred then turned to Noelle and said, "Elle, be a good girl and go home! I'll call you when I miss you." He cared deeply for Noelle. Even though he knew how much she treasured the time she spent with him, he didn’t want her to overwork herself.Her thick lashes fluttered. "Okay." Deep down, she decided she would visit Fred again that evening and go straight to the airport from the hospital the next day.Quentin offered, "Let me give you a ride."Noelle remained silent in front of Fred, but as soon as she and Quentin were outside, she stopped in her tracks and said, "I can hail a cab, so please go back, Mr. Lowe." Her expression was as cold as a frozen lake in winter, and when she looked at him, her eyes were compl

Noelle also noticed the person at the door and frowned slightly. Christian arched his brow, shoved his hands in his pockets, and walked over to the door. He sized Quentin up. "And you are…"However, Quentin ignored him. His obsidian-like eyes locked onto the woman, who was sitting on the couch with an indifferent expression. "I'm her deceased husband!" He had no idea how far things had gone between his ex-wife and this guy, but his voice was ice cold, and there was a chill in the air around him. He couldn't believe that he was as good as dead in her eyes. His words landed like a pebble in a still pond, sending ripples through Christian's mind. He tore his gaze away from the man and cocked his brow. "Nice to meet you!"Then, he turned to ask Noelle, "Would you like me to give you guys some space?"Noelle responded apathetically, "No. I have nothing to talk about with Mr. Lowe." She brought the glass from the coffee table to her lips and took a sip. The cold water sent chills thro

"Are you okay?" Quentin hastily took off his suit jacket, which was drenched in sulfuric acid, and tossed it aside. With him shielding her, Noelle was completely unharmed. She nodded. "I'm fine!" Without a moment to spare, she rushed to the young woman's side and ordered Quentin, "Call 911!" Then, she hastily pulled out tissues from her bag and gently dabbed at the acid on the woman's face. …Meanwhile, Christian had just finished his meal at the restaurant in Four Seasons Lodge and was about to leave when he noticed a middle-aged couple settling into a table across from him. The woman's voice was filled with fear as she said, "That was so scary! That man was clearly aiming for the lady with the long hair and blue cardigan. Thank goodness someone saved her! But the poor woman who was just passing by got the whole bottle of acid on her face. Talk about bad luck!"The man, still rattled, agreed. "Yeah, that poor young lady was just extremely unlucky. I'm just glad we were a safe