All Chapters of Sorry, We're Divorced: Chapter 561 - Chapter 570

Noelle's lips twitched.She frowned at Christian and mouthed, "Your mom invited me to dinner. Tell her no!"Christian's lips curved into a charming smile as he smoothly took Noelle's phone from her and put it to his ear. "Mom, the little imp is too shy. I’ll bring her over when she's grown a thicker skin. That's it, bye!"As soon as Christian hung up, Noelle gave him a swift kick. "Christian!"Still annoyed, she lunged at him, her small fists pounding against his chest. "You're the imp! You're the real monster!"Just then, the car took a sharp turn, causing her to lose her balance and fall straight into Christian's arms.Strong hands gripped her waist, holding her firmly in place.In one swift motion, Christian lifted her by the waist and settled her directly onto his lap, facing him."This way, it's easier for you to hit me," he teased.Noelle's cheeks turned a deep shade of red as she stared at his mischievous expression. "Christian, put me down!"Christian's eyes sparkled

Elijah smiled again. "I'll take care of myself. Thank you for coming to see me, Elle. You should get back to work.""Alright, take care," Noelle said as she turned to leave.Once the door closed behind her, the middle-aged man who had remained silent the entire time spoke up. "Why don't you want to tell Emmie? This isn't something you can hide from her. If you won't call her, I will."He grabbed Elijah's phone and began dialing.Elijah weakly lifted his hand to stop him, but whether from exhaustion or resignation, he didn't have the strength to object.The call connected quickly."Elijah?" came Emmie's soft voice on the other end.The man said, "Professor Fox? I'm Elijah's friend. He's back in the hospital. He's refusing to take his meds or eat. It's like he's lost the will to live. Don't you think you should come see him? He's like this because of you!"There was a long silence on the other end, followed by a choked voice. "I'll come right away..."Suddenly, a cold, commandin

Michael reached for Emmie's hand again, but she pulled away.Emmie headed down to the floor where Noelle worked.Michael didn't follow. Publicly revealing his relationship with Noelle wouldn't be good for his reputation at the hospital.Instead, he went to wait for Emmie in the car.Through the door of the consultation room, Emmie glanced at Noelle, busy at work inside.She'd heard Noelle was the top student in her class, and it filled her with quiet pride."Ma'am, do you need help with something?" Sarah happened to walk by and saw Emmie peeking into the room.Emmie shook her head and smiled warmly. "No, I just mistook her for someone else."With that, she quickly turned and left.As Sarah watched her walk away, she thought to herself, "What a graceful woman."After work, Noelle headed to Virtuous Tavern.Since she couldn't secure a private room, she sat in one of the cozy outdoor booths.Not long after, Janet arrived a little late."Elle, I'm sorry I'm late. The traffic w

A figure stepped in front of her, blocking her path.Noelle instantly recognized that familiar presence and fearlessly met Quentin's gaze.His expression was grim, dark eyes narrowing as he shoved the trembling woman toward Noelle."When did Ms. Xanthos learn these underhanded tricks? Did Christian teach you? Huh?"The two men from earlier were high-ranking officials in Collinview City, and the success of Quentin's upcoming project largely depends on them.But unexpectedly, someone had swooped in and wrecked his meeting.Noelle steadied the frightened woman and, without hesitation, pulled a wad of cash from her purse, handing it to her. "Go."The woman took the money and bolted, disappearing without looking back.Noelle turned back to Quentin, her face calm and composed, her tone steady. "I didn't learn this from anyone. I just wanted to ruin Mr. Lowe's evening." Quentin's dark, obsidian-like eyes locked onto hers.After a long moment, he smiled. "So, in the end, Ms. Xanthos t

Noelle had no idea who was in the car behind her or if they had anything to do with her.She slowly turned her car around and sped off, the white sedan quickly disappearing into the night.In the car behind, Christian lit a cigarette, took a few drags, then finally started his engine and drove away.When Noelle got back to her apartment, she showered and went straight to bed.Lately, she felt more like an ostrich—always wanting to bury her head, hide away, and heal whenever life hit her hard.The next morning, as Noelle came downstairs, she immediately spotted a familiar sports car parked nearby.Christian stepped out, sliding off his sunglasses to reveal that impossibly handsome face."It's Saturday. Where are you off to?" he asked.Noelle's voice was cold. "I'm working overtime, Mr. Blackwood."She tightened her coat and walked past him, keeping her distance.Christian shut his car door and followed her to her car, leaning one arm on the roof as she settled into the driver'