บททั้งหมดของ Sorry, We're Divorced: บทที่ 501 - บทที่ 510

Noelle closed her eyes, pretending to sleep.Christian had a gut feeling that this whole situation had something to do with Quentin.He didn't press further, instead straightening up and driving in silence.When they arrived at Noelle's apartment, Christian's driver was already there, standing by her car. He had driven it back for her and was waiting for their arrival."Mr. Blackwood," the driver greeted as soon as Christian stepped out.Christian acknowledged him with a nod. "You can go."The driver left, but Christian remained where he was.Noelle looked at him, puzzled, "Aren't you leaving?"Christian casually looked around, hands in his pockets, his tone relaxed. "Water's priced at four bucks a ton, not per pound, right?"Noelle frowned, confused at first, then realized what he was getting at. She couldn't help but smirk.So he wasn't directly accusing her of being too stingy to offer him a drink.Noelle rolled her eyes, exasperated. "My water goes for 49 bucks a glass."

Christian felt a weight lift off his chest as he hung up the phone.He stepped forward, heading toward the car parked not far ahead.Two days later, Zara handed Noelle the keys."Elle, thank you for letting me stay at your place," Zara said, sounding sincerely grateful."No problem." Noelle kept a calm exterior as she took the keys back.As Noelle began to walk away, Zara hesitated as if she had been debating whether to say something. Finally, she spoke up, "Elle, I'm not sure if I should say this, but I heard from Zach that Christian has a lot of women. Don't let him fool you."Noelle paused briefly.Christian was indeed known for being a bit of a playboy, but she wasn't about to jump to conclusions based on hearsay.So, she didn't say anything and just walked away.Zara felt frustrated.What does she think she is, just because she snagged Christian? Hmph!After work, Noelle started packing up her things.Just as she finished, Christian called, "Babe, I'm on a business t

Noelle was silent for a moment before shaking her head."No," she replied honestly.Christian felt a pang in his heart but kept his tone casual. "So, how are you planning to welcome me back?"Noelle considered his question. "Do you want meat fondue, seafood, or something simpler?""I'll eat whatever you cook," Christian said.Noelle found herself at a loss for words.Christian always had a way of making things difficult."Alright, what do you want, then?" she asked, her beautiful eyes meeting his, clear as a spring—inviting anyone to dive right in.Christian paused, then grinned. "Empanadas!"Didn't she make pasta for Quentin? Well, he wanted empanadas—for her to make them just for him.And maybe to forget all about the pasta.Noelle smiled back. "I haven't made empanadas much before, Mr. Blackwood. You should be prepared—they might not turn out great!"Christian smirked. "Even better if you don't know how."The idea that she might learn to make empanadas just for him, pra

Noelle stopped and glanced back briefly. "With all these bodyguards here, they'll take you to the hospital. I don't have any medicine, equipment, or a way to examine you, right? And I'm just a student—I can't treat you."Her expression was incredulous as if asking Quentin what good it would do for her to forgive him or stay.The look on her face made Quentin's heart grow cold."Maybe Ms. Cadwell can stay with you," Noelle added mockingly before turning and walking away.Every time Xyla had a headache or a fever, real or not, Quentin would rush to her side without hesitation.Once, when Fred locked them in a room at the Lowe Mansion, Quentin even jumped from the second floor to get to her.He had always been so devoted to Xyla—now it was only fitting that Xyla should take care of him.Noelle thought bitterly as she walked away into the night.Behind her, Quentin closed his eyes, thinking, "Yes, he deserved this."When Christian saw her slim figure reappear in his view, his hear

Since the supervising teacher wasn't around during the night shift, Noelle followed Martin to Quentin's room.Quentin was standing by the window in his hospital gown, his tall frame slightly hunched. He looked pale and kept coughing."Did you take your cold medicine?" Noelle asked.Martin replied, "Mr. Lowe refused to take it!""Get out!" Quentin suddenly snapped, shooting a sharp, icy glare at Martin.Martin quickly left the room, thoughtfully closing the door behind him.Noelle frowned, exasperated by Quentin's behavior. "Just take your medicine! If you ruin your health, you're the one who's going to suffer."Quentin's cold gaze softened as he looked at her. "Feed it to me."Noelle fell silent."Fine, don't take it if you don't want to."If she were still the woman who loved him, she probably would have fed him the medicine, worried sick about his condition.But now, Noelle only found his behavior ridiculous.They were divorced—why should she cater to him?She turned to