All Chapters of The Cold Ex-Husband Kneels For Love Again : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Noa was unable to simply reveal Mya’s identity or provide proof. Lain, however, was not foolish. He would understand. All he needed was a prove to delve further. He would discover the facts far more quickly than Damon could with his resources. Perhaps, at last, she was fortunate. As soon as she got out of Lain’s car, a cab arrived as if it had been sent by God. She jumped in and blended in with the nighttime bustle. Lain stared as she vanished. It wasn't quite right. He was following the cab before he realized it. It did not go in the direction of Holland Manor. Rather, it came to a halt at a modest downtown clothes store. Noa entered. Ten minutes later, with her glittering gown stuffed in a suitcase, she emerged wearing cargo pants and a simple long-sleeve shirt. Lain squinted at the bargain-bin prices and the shop's fading sign. He trailed behind. The upscale dry cleaner is the next destination. After giving up her dress and waiting for twenty minutes, Noa snuck out and hid

Czar gave a nod. "Got it." To take care of some papers, he went upstairs to his study. Noa was standing on the balcony after taking a shower when he got back to the bedroom. Tendrils clung to her neck as her moist hair was twisted into a loose bun. With a cigaret blazing between her fingers, she leaned against the railing. She appeared very alone and lonely. Czar undid his necktie and opened the door to the balcony. He took the cigaret out of her hand without asking. "You smoke too much." Noa frowned and snatched it back as she jolted out of her reverie. "How long have you been concerned? Before you lecture me, give up." Czar’s mouth tightened. "I'm looking out for you." Noa laughed icily. The same man who unblinkingly sent her to prison four years prior was now concerned about her well-being? How silly. Her lips curled in contempt as she turned away. "When I was rotting in jail, where was all this concern?" She stubbed out the cigaret after taking another drag. "You couldn'

Leaning back into the cushions of the sofa, Noa studied him coolly. "What do I wish to do? I assumed you were already aware of it.” Czar arched an eyebrow. "Fashion designing?” Noa gave a nod. "Once my hand heals." These days, the ache was unrelenting—old wounds exacerbated by fresh ones. Joel’s cautions continued to reverberate in her mind despite her regular practice. She had to be careful not to press too hard. Just enough to maintain her proficiency and gradually restore her accuracy. She remained silent as she looked down at her hand and then at the recent wound on her wrist. Czar paused before continuing. “Then you ought to work in Mya’s studio. Assist her. Right now, she needs one." Noa felt her stomach drop. She raised her head abruptly. "What did you just say?" Czar’s voice was still informal. "Mr. Nash’s last pupil is Mya. Her reputation is superb both domestically and abroad. She is the most well-known and youngest designer in the industry. She is sought after by the

Czar remained on the couch with no hunger at all after Mya had departed, gazing at the unfinished supper. He took a big drag after lighting a cigaret. Hayden entered with his meal. "Hey, where's Mya? I just ran into Elias, didn't he say she was here? I was planning to mooch some food." Czar looked up as he gracefully flicked ash from his cigaret. "You called her?" Hayden leaned against the desk after taking a quick look at the lunchboxes and supplements. "Did you two argue? I told you that if you continue to treat Mya this way, she will eventually lose it. I'm not acting as a mediator this time. Go apologize to yourself. "And please, get a divorce from that Noa. She won't even be accepted by Li. For what reason are you waiting? Mya has supported you through everything, waited four years, and helped raise your son. It's time to marry her, don't you think?" Czar’s black eyes became unreadable depths, and his attitude became glacial. He rose up, fixed his collar, extinguished his

Quietly tucked away in Berg City is Tiers Estate. Suburbs, exuding a timeless, serene appeal. Noa had risen early to go to the flower store since she knew Misty loved jasmine. Maybe that will cheer Misty up. She had chosen two potted jasmine plants and even found a friend for Troy’s blue budgerigar. She dismissed Kieran at Tiers Estate and went outside with her offerings. She waited at the gate after he left, unable to decide what to do. She had practiced innumerable dialogs in her head, but every time she got to the pivotal point, the words just disappeared. Her nerves were shot. The wooden door opened as she faltered. With a soft face that was painfully familiar, Misty appeared wearing a white ink-wash blouse. Noa’s body stiffened. She stared at those cozy, cherished features before abruptly falling to her knees. "Mrs. Nash, I'm so sorry." Misty rushed forward, tears welling up in her eyes. "Get up, dear. Come inside." "Mrs. Nash, I..." gasped out Noa. "I know everything, s