All Chapters of Turning Heads After Divorce: Chapter 271 - Chapter 280

Marisol still didn't fully grasp her current situation. She only remembered running into the rain, and everything after that was a blur. Now, staring at the unfamiliar room and the different clothes she was wearing, she was naturally confused.As she puzzled over this, the door suddenly burst open. A little girl who looked to be about seven years old ran in. The two stared at each other in silence.The little girl shouted at the top of her lungs, "Mommy, Mommy! The pretty lady is awake!"After yelling, she didn't leave but ran closer, tilting her little face up to stare at Marisol. Her dark, round eyes were absolutely adorable.Seeing the child, Marisol couldn't help but smile slightly. "Little one, where am I?""At my house!"The little girl tilted her head. "I'm Sasha. A young man brought you here. You're so pretty, ma'am.""Thank you..."Marisol was about to ask who the young man was when Zachary walked in. He greeted her cheerfully, "Hey, you're awake!"Marisol instinctive

Zachary had picked up the road atlas earlier. She studied the route he'd marked in red pen, and from Everton to New Andar, it was broken into two major segments with three stops total.First, from Everton to Cozam, then Highway 317 from Cozam straight to New Andar. It was nearly 3,000 miles altogether. She did some quick math, and it would take seven days if they really pushed it.Setting down the road atlas, Marisol turned to watch the spring scenery flying past the window. Her heart suddenly felt hollow.How long had it been since she'd come out to enjoy the scenery like this, with the simple intention of sightseeing and relaxing?She couldn't remember. Too many things had consumed her life, leaving her overwhelmed.Lost in these thoughts, drowsiness crept over her. She'd just recovered from her fever, had taken medicine after lunch, and was both mentally and physically exhausted. Her eyelids grew heavy, and before long, she'd drifted off to sleep.Zachary, who was driving, gla

This was Marisol's first time liking someone, and she had no experience with pursuing anyone—she could only learn from what she found online. She did everything she could to pay attention to Lucian's preferences and be good to him.But because of those past rumors about him being uninterested in women, she was afraid he might be put off. So, she tried to approach him gradually and subtly, hoping he would get to know her better. She thought, with patience and persistence, there might be a chance.This pursuit continued into spring, after another game had ended.After handling the various cleanup tasks around the court, Marisol noticed a black bag left on a chair in the corner. It looked like Lucian's.Had he forgotten his things?She hesitated for a moment and looked around, but she didn't see him anywhere. So she grabbed the bag and hurried after him, wanting to return his belongings. It would be a good excuse to interact with him more.But just as she chased him out of the gymna

If Marisol could forget the pain her family had inflicted on her since childhood, she could forget her feelings for one person. She had always been capable of being ruthless with herself.After that night, Marisol decided to quit her job as a court assistant. When she went to submit her resignation to the court manager, Lucian happened to be there, chatting with the manager about something. He saw her arrive but showed no reaction; he didn't even look her way.Fortunately, having just cut those feelings out of her heart, Marisol felt completely numb inside.She handed over her resignation letter. The manager seemed somewhat surprised. His gaze unconsciously fell on the expressionless Lucian beside him before quickly shifting back to her. After some back-and-forth, Marisol cited her studies as the reason, and the matter was settled.From then on, she never went to the basketball court again and never asked about Lucian, forcing herself to shut him out of her world completely.The t

Marisol sat beside her, forcing a weak smile. This was her first taste of how easily power could crush someone, leaving no room for dignity or pride.Just as Alinta was ranting about filing a complaint, Marisol received a call from an unknown number. When she answered, Lucian's voice on the other end was as casual as ever."That aid you applied for… Although it may have been approved, it hasn't been distributed yet. Things can still change... "Let's talk, Marisol. Come to this address tomorrow night."He gave her a hotel name and room number. As if certain she would come, he hung up after delivering what sounded more like an order than an invitation.Marisol gripped her phone, expressionless. After a long moment, she suddenly grabbed Alinta, who was still ranting, and asked, "Ali, how does your family compare to Lucian's?""Huh?" Alinta paused, confused about why she was suddenly bringing up Lucian. Instead of answering directly, she held up her hands, gesturing with one high an