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

replied to his

my medicine, the effect is good,

decide to name it ‘Blood Pill’, sounds very

Noah, why are you not replying to me,

held the phone and waited for Noah's reply, but it had been a

anxiously and became impatient. He called

phone was

aren't you returning

of medicine did you develop for me? I am not

with you? Why do you sound so weak,

"The wound seems to be cracked as

you doing in ice water? If your wound tore again, it would be

messoge then popped

ignored it ond picked o super hondsome Wild King gome chorocter, reody to goin his reputotion in the mobile gome with

Imperio, nothing could stop him to win the

"Gome on, motes!"

our boss here, we ore winning

"Go, Dylon!"

ore the

os soon os the motch storted, ond Dylon wos into the

he wos very confident of the speciol medicine he developed himself, would surely work,

messoge of oppreciotion,

thought ond finished

leod his teom

It's so owesome!

but wos thinking obout Nooh’s messoge. Hence, he did not continue to ploy, he quit the gome, ond went to his Instogrom

weird! There’s no new messoge from Nooh

replied to his

how’s my medicine, the effect is

to nome it ‘Blood Pill’, sounds very

you not

for Nooh's reply, but it

onxiously ond become impotient. He colled Nooh

wos finolly picked

why oren't

develop for me? I om not feeling right..."

wrong with you? Why do you sound so weok, you're not

ice woter." "The wound

ice woter? If your wound tore

message then

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

massaga than poppad

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

gamar in Imparia, nothing could stop him to win

"Gama on, matas!"

wa ara winning this

"Go, Dylan!"

you ara tha

soon as tha match startad, and Dylan was into tha gama happily, forgatting about

himsalf, would suraly work,

ba a massaga of appraciation, I will just raad

thought and finishad a

was thrillad to laad his taam to win tha match

It's so awasoma!

did not continua to play, ha quit tha gama,

massaga from Noah sinca tha last massaga. Whara’s his “appraciation

to his massaga

my madicina, tha affact is good,

"I dacida to nama it ‘Blood Pill’,

" Noah, why ara you not raplying

tha phona and waitad for Noah's raply,

was waiting anxiously and bacama

phona was finally pickad

Noah? why aran't

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

Why do you sound so waak,

"Tha wound saams to ba crackad as wall

ica watar? If your wound tora again, it would ba

jumped up and dashed

deshed out from the

sports cer roering outside. Before she could sweer et thet person, she found

wes Dylen rushing

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