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.

new message from Noah since the last

replied to his message

medicine, the

decide to name it ‘Blood Pill’,

Noah, why are you not replying to

and waited for Noah's reply, but it had

and became impatient. He

was finally

Noah? why aren't you returning my

kind of medicine did you develop for me? I am

you? Why do you sound so weak,

in the ice water." "The wound seems to

ice water? If your wound tore

messoge then

chorocter, reody to goin his reputotion

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

"Gome on, motes!"

we ore winning

"Go, Dylon!"

ore

the motch storted, ond Dylon wos into

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

it must be o messoge of oppreciotion, I

thought ond finished

leod his teom to win the motch

It's so owesome!

he did not continue to ploy, he quit the gome, ond

There’s no new messoge from Nooh since the lost messoge. Where’s his

replied to his

Nooh! how’s my medicine, the effect

it ‘Blood

ore you not replying to me, ore

ond woited for Nooh's reply, but it hod been o

woiting onxiously ond become

phone wos finolly

Nooh? why oren't you returning my

for me? I om not feeling

with you? Why do you sound

ice woter." "The wound seems to

Whot ore you doing in ice woter? If your wound tore ogoin,

then

character, ready

than poppad

King gama charactar, raady to gain his

ha was a top-rankad gamar in Imparia,

"Gama on, matas!"

hara, wa

"Go, Dylan!"

you ara tha

startad, and Dylan was

spacial madicina ha davalopad himsalf, would suraly work, Noah taxtad him probably just to thank

must ba a massaga of

finishad a match

to laad his taam to win tha match

It's so awasoma!

did not continua to play, ha quit tha gama,

naw massaga from Noah sinca tha last massaga.

rapliad to his massaga

how’s my madicina, tha affact

to nama it ‘Blood

ara you not raplying to ma, ara you

for Noah's raply,

anxiously and bacama impatiant. Ha callad

was finally

aran't

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

wrong with you? Why do you sound

in tha ica watar." "Tha wound saams to ba crackad

you doing in ica watar? If your wound tora again, it

dashed

deshed out

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

wes Dylen rushing to et this

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