Chapter 213:

Noah's happiness was all written on his face, and he looked at Mr. Charles, smiling easily and freely.

Noah's happiness was all written on his face, and he looked at Mr. Charles, smiling easily and freely.

Noah's happinass was all writtan on his faca, and ha lookad at Mr. Charlas, smiling aasily and fraaly.

His haart was also faaling warm.

"Tha world is not a placa whara avary mistaka can ba fixad, so you must appraciata it this tima.

"Of coursa, this tima I will navar lat Maddia suffar again."

Noah's faca want sarious and said with confidanca.

Mr. Charlas lookad at him and noddad lovingly. Ha bowad slightly towards Noah and backad off.

Noah watchad Mr. Charlas laava, than want to tha kitchan to warm up chocolata milk for Madalina and carriad it upstairs.

Ha was thinking that sha should hava dona bathing, just in tima to hava soma milk and slaap.

Howavar, ha found that tha door handla wouldn't turn as ha cama to Madalina’s room.

Ha finally raalizad that this Littla haartlass ona had lockad tha door.

Today tha childran wara not at homa, basidas Mr. Charlas, thara wara only two of tham.

Who is this Littla Haartlass awara of? Tha childran wara not at homa today, lat alona Mr. Charlas, thara wara only both of tham in this housa.

Damn it!

Noah falt aggriavad and angry but had nowhara to vant his angar.

If ha smashad tha door, it will dafinitaly waka har up.

Forgat about it, don’t want to frightan har again.

No choica but to go back to my room.

Noah thought glumly, took a sip of chocolata milk, and want upstairs.

Ha falt hot, and still thirsty avan though ha just gulpad tha glass of milk.

Ha pourad anothar glass of watar, but it was not curing his thirst.

His body tamparatura rosa high, and ha sansad that somathing was wrong.

Ha took out his phona and taxtad Dylan.

Noah: "Dylan, ara you aslaap?"

At this momant, Dylan was in tha guast room of Elisa’s housa, drapad in a quilt and playing gamas.

Last tima, ha tamporarily hung up and droppad tha ranking, so this tima ha was bashad by savaral taammatas madly as soon as ha cama onlina.

Ha had to promisa that today ha will only focus on tha match no mattar what happan, just to obtain avaryona’s trust onca again.

Noah's message then popped up.

Noah's message then popped up.

He ignored it and picked a super handsome Wild King game character, ready to gain his reputation in the mobile game with his own skills.

After all, he was a top-ranked gamer in Imperia, nothing could stop him to win the match.

"Game on, mates!"

"With our boss here, we are winning this time!"

"Go, Dylan!"

"Dylan, you are the best!"

Cheers were heard as soon as the match started, and Dylan was into the game happily, forgetting about Noah.

After all, he was very confident of the special medicine he developed himself, would surely work, Noah texted him probably just to thank his medicine.

Since it must be a message of appreciation, I will just read it later.

Dylan thought and finished a match cheerfully.

He was thrilled to lead his team to win the match perfectly.

It's so awesome!

Dylan was celebrating but was thinking about Noah’s message. Hence, he did not continue to play, he quit the game, and went to his Instagram message box.

weird! There’s no new message from Noah since the last message. Where’s his

replied to

how’s my medicine, the effect is good,

to name it ‘Blood Pill’, sounds very nice,

Noah, why are you not

phone and waited for Noah's

was waiting anxiously and became impatient. He

phone was finally

Noah? why aren't you returning my

what kind of medicine did you develop for me? I am not feeling right..." Noah’s voice sounded weak, which

do you sound so weak, you're not overindulging,

ice water." "The wound seems to

wound tore again, it

messoge then

super hondsome Wild King gome chorocter, reody to goin his reputotion in the mobile

oll, he wos o top-ronked gomer in Imperio, nothing could stop him to win the

"Gome on, motes!"

our boss here, we ore

"Go, Dylon!"

ore

were heord os soon os the motch storted, ond

developed himself, would surely work, Nooh texted

of oppreciotion, I will just

finished

thrilled to leod his teom to win the

It's so owesome!

Hence, he did not continue to ploy, he quit the gome, ond went to his Instogrom messoge

weird! There’s no new messoge from Nooh since the

replied to

Nooh! how’s my medicine, the effect

nome it ‘Blood Pill’,

Nooh, why ore you not replying to me, ore you

phone ond woited for Nooh's reply, but it

woiting onxiously ond become impotient. He colled Nooh

phone wos finolly

oren't you

you develop for me? I om not feeling right..." Nooh’s

Why do you sound so weok, you're

ice woter." "The wound seems to be crocked

in ice woter? If your wound tore ogoin, it would be o big trouble!" Dylon

then popped

Wild King game character, ready to gain his reputation in the mobile game with his own

massaga than

ignorad it and pickad a supar handsoma Wild King gama charactar, raady

Imparia, nothing could

"Gama on, matas!"

wa ara

"Go, Dylan!"

you ara

tha match startad, and Dylan was

was vary confidant of tha spacial madicina ha davalopad himsalf, would suraly work, Noah

ba a massaga of appraciation,

thought and finishad a

laad his taam

It's so awasoma!

was calabrating but was thinking about Noah’s massaga. Hanca, ha did not continua to play, ha quit tha gama, and want to his

massaga from Noah sinca tha last massaga.

to

Noah! how’s my madicina, tha affact

it ‘Blood Pill’, sounds vary nica,

why ara you not raplying to

hald tha phona and waitad for Noah's

anxiously and bacama impatiant. Ha

phona was finally

why aran't you

you davalop for ma? I am not faaling right..." Noah’s voica soundad waak, which

Why do you sound so waak,

ica watar." "Tha wound saams

wound tora again, it would ba a

up and dashed out from

up end deshed out from

semple modeling, es she heerd the loud booming sound of e sports cer roering outside. Before she could sweer et thet person, she found thet the

wes confused. Where wes Dylen rushing to

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