Sorry, We're Divorced のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 601 - チャプター 610

"Grandma," Christian replied, proving he could roll with anything.Noelle rolled her eyes and pulled her hand back. "Good grandson, you can leave now."The room fell silent.After a moment, Quentin let out a low chuckle, clearly amused. "Not bad. With such a big grandson, you won't have to work so hard anymore."Christian shot him a dark look. "Grandma was talking to me. Who asked for your opinion?"Quentin paused, taken aback, giving Christian a look filled with unspoken thoughts.Just then, Quentin's phone rang—a client was calling. He stepped outside to take the call.As soon as Quentin left, Christian's playful expression shifted into something much darker.He leaned in closer, one arm resting beside Noelle, the other pinning her arm down. "Grandma, you've had your fun. Now it's my turn."His hot breath brushed against her face, sending a shiver down Noelle's spine. She opened her eyes and found herself staring straight into his striking, glassy eyes.Her body tensed, and

Christian glanced briefly in Gillian's direction, his brow furrowing. "I'm not with them. What, are you jealous?"His glassy eyes glinted with amusement as he cast a sidelong look at Noelle.Noelle remained cool. "What would I be jealous of? Mr. Blackwood is nothing to me."Just then, a sweet voice cut through the air."Chris, there you are!"Gillian stood and walked over. "I was going to ask you to join us for breakfast, but I thought you might still be asleep after staying up so late last night. Didn't expect you to already be up."She sat herself down in the chair across from Christian, giving Noelle a polite smile. "Ms. Xanthos, you're here too! What a coincidence!"Christian's demeanor shifted slightly, a chill creeping into the air. Gillian noticed but tried to keep her composure, though she felt a flicker of unease.Noelle's good mood vanished. She stood up abruptly. "You two take your time with breakfast. Sarah, let's go!"Sarah, confused by the situation, quickly foll

The earthquake had caused minimal damage, with only a few injuries and no reported deaths.Sarah said, "I'm coming with you!"Noelle and Sarah went upstairs and, without saying much, packed all their belongings into their suitcases. They didn't want to risk staying any longer, unsure if there would be more aftershocks.It was unfortunate, but their trip had come to an abrupt end.As they walked out with their suitcases, they ran into Gillian and Melinda.Gillian had a bandage wrapped around one of her feet, and Melinda was helping her. Two suitcases sat beside them. When they saw each other, Gillian bit her lip.Her face was even paler than the night before.Christian walked over from the other direction, pulling his suitcase. He glanced at Gillian without much reaction, then reached out and took the suitcase from Noelle's hand."What are you standing around for? Don't you know there could be more aftershocks?" Christian said as he began to descend the stairs.Noelle followed,

When Noelle woke up, it was evening.Quentin sat in a chair beside her bed, intently peeling an apple. Noelle blinked, still a bit disoriented, until she recognized the familiar figure."Working while running a fever—Dr. Xanthos, you're quite dedicated," Quentin said, cutting the peeled apple into small slices and sticking a toothpick into one.Noelle turned her gaze toward the window, avoiding him. "How did Mr. Lowe know I had a fever? Were you just lurking around the hospital, waiting for me to pass out so you could enjoy the show?"She spoke calmly, her voice void of emotion, like still water.Quentin offered her a slice of apple. "You've slept all afternoon. Eat a piece."Noelle didn't take it."It's not poisoned," Quentin added, holding the apple stubbornly near her mouth.Noelle's lips curled into a sarcastic smile, but she still didn't take the apple. "I can't afford to accept Mr. Lowe's kindness."She tossed the blanket aside, preparing to get out of bed.Quentin gra

Michael couldn't forget the look Elijah had given him that day—a mocking smile, full of meaning. Elijah slowly pulled back, revealing Emmie's curled-up body underneath him.Without a word, Michael opened his phone and pulled up a social media app. He tossed the phone to Emmie. "Take a look for yourself."Emmie looked down and saw a video posted by Elijah just minutes earlier. It was of her feeding him. She watched in disbelief, then replayed it. The account was undeniably Elijah's."Scroll down. There's more," Michael's voice drifted from the couch.Emmie's fingers moved down the screen, her peripheral vision catching a glimpse of Michael sitting with his legs crossed, taking a sip of coffee handed to him by the housekeeper.Further down, she found a photo posted by Elijah a month ago, showing her preparing his medicine. The footage seemed to be taken from security cameras.But none of these posts had appeared on her social media feed.She had never seen them on her phone.Mich