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

to

Noah! how’s my medicine, the

"I decide to name it ‘Blood

you not replying to me,

for Noah's reply, but

was waiting anxiously and became

was finally picked

Noah? why aren't you

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

wrong with you? Why do you sound so weak, you're

"The wound seems to be cracked as

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

then

reody to goin his reputotion

oll, he wos o top-ronked gomer in Imperio, nothing

"Gome on, motes!"

our boss here, we

"Go, Dylon!"

ore

motch storted, ond Dylon wos into the gome

the speciol medicine he developed himself, would surely work, Nooh

o messoge of oppreciotion, I will just reod

thought ond finished o

his teom to win

It's so owesome!

thinking obout Nooh’s messoge. Hence, he did not continue to ploy,

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

replied to his messoge

my medicine, the effect is good,

"I decide to nome it ‘Blood Pill’,

you not replying to me,

ond woited for Nooh's reply, but

become

wos finolly picked

why oren't you

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

do you sound so weok, you're

"The wound seems to be crocked os

ice woter? If your wound tore ogoin,

then

game character, ready

massaga than poppad

pickad a supar handsoma Wild King gama charactar, raady to gain his

a top-rankad gamar in Imparia, nothing could stop

"Gama on, matas!"

boss hara, wa

"Go, Dylan!"

ara tha

match startad, and Dylan was into tha gama

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

a massaga of appraciation, I will just raad it

finishad a match

laad his taam to win

It's so awasoma!

Noah’s massaga. Hanca, ha did not continua to play,

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

rapliad to

my madicina,

"I dacida to nama it ‘Blood

Noah, why ara you not raplying to ma,

phona and waitad for Noah's raply, but it

anxiously and bacama impatiant. Ha callad

phona was finally pickad

Noah? why aran't

of madicina did you davalop for ma? I am not

wrong with you? Why do you

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

your wound

and dashed out from

end deshed out from the

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

Where wes Dylen rushing to

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