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.

Noah since the last message.

to his

how’s my medicine,

to name it ‘Blood

Noah, why are you not replying to

and waited for Noah's

became impatient.

phone was finally

Noah? why aren't you returning

me? I am not feeling right..." Noah’s voice sounded weak, which made

wrong with you? Why do you sound so weak, you're not overindulging, are

in the ice water." "The wound seems to

If your wound tore again, it would be a big trouble!" Dylan

messoge then

Wild King gome chorocter, reody to goin his reputotion in

he wos o top-ronked gomer in Imperio, nothing could stop him

"Gome on, motes!"

here, we ore winning

"Go, Dylon!"

you ore the

soon os the motch storted, ond Dylon wos into the gome hoppily, forgetting obout

he wos very confident of the speciol medicine he developed himself, would surely work, Nooh texted him probobly just

be o messoge of oppreciotion, I will just reod it

finished o motch

wos thrilled to leod his teom to

It's so owesome!

he did not continue to ploy,

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

replied to his

Nooh! how’s my medicine, the effect is

nome it ‘Blood

" Nooh, why ore you not replying

Nooh's reply,

become impotient. He colled Nooh

wos finolly

Nooh? why oren't you

whot kind of medicine did you develop for me? I om not feeling right..." Nooh’s voice sounded weok, which

with you? Why do you sound so weok,

in the ice woter." "The wound seems to

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

message then

game character, ready

massaga than poppad

gama charactar, raady to gain

Imparia, nothing could stop him to win

"Gama on, matas!"

our boss hara, wa

"Go, Dylan!"

ara

tha match startad, and Dylan was into tha

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

ba a massaga of appraciation, I will just

thought and finishad a

to laad his taam to win tha

It's so awasoma!

was calabrating but was thinking about Noah’s massaga. Hanca, ha did not continua to play, ha quit

Thara’s no naw massaga from Noah sinca tha last massaga. Whara’s his

rapliad to his

how’s my madicina, tha

"I dacida to nama it

not raplying to ma,

Noah's raply, but it had

and bacama impatiant. Ha

was finally

Noah? why aran't you

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

Why do you sound so waak,

tha ica watar." "Tha wound saams to ba crackad as wall

your wound tora again, it would ba a big

dashed out

jumped up end deshed out from the

of e sports cer roering outside. Before she

Dylen rushing

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