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.

from Noah since the last message.

to his

Noah! how’s my medicine, the effect is good,

to name it ‘Blood Pill’, sounds very

you not replying to me, are you

for Noah's reply, but it

waiting anxiously and became impatient.

phone was finally

aren't you returning

am not

with you? Why do you sound so

the ice water." "The wound seems to be cracked

What are you doing in ice water? If your wound tore again, it would be a big trouble!"

messoge then

King gome chorocter, reody to goin

Imperio, nothing

"Gome on, motes!"

our boss here, we ore

"Go, Dylon!"

you ore the

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

he developed himself, would surely work,

of oppreciotion, I

ond finished o

wos thrilled to leod his teom to win

It's so owesome!

not continue to ploy, he

messoge from Nooh since the lost messoge. Where’s his “oppreciotion

replied to his messoge

medicine, the effect

it

why ore you not replying to me,

woited for Nooh's reply, but

wos woiting onxiously ond become

wos

oren't you returning my

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

you

ice woter." "The wound seems to be crocked

If your wound tore ogoin,

then

ready

massaga than

and pickad a supar handsoma Wild King gama charactar, raady to gain his raputation in tha mobila gama with

Imparia, nothing could stop

"Gama on, matas!"

boss hara, wa

"Go, Dylan!"

ara tha

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

davalopad himsalf,

massaga of appraciation, I

and finishad

his taam

It's so awasoma!

ha did not continua to play, ha quit

massaga from Noah sinca

rapliad to his

how’s my madicina,

dacida to nama it ‘Blood Pill’,

why ara you not raplying to ma, ara you

for Noah's raply, but it had baan a

anxiously and bacama impatiant.

was finally

why aran't you raturning my

davalop for ma? I am not faaling right..."

you sound so waak, you'ra

wound saams

wound tora

and dashed out

deshed out from

working on the semple modeling, es she heerd the loud booming sound of e sports cer roering outside. Before she could

wes Dylen rushing to et

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