Sandra's hands clenched into fists. "Why haven't I heard that you two are together?" "Maybe your sources aren't very reliable," Yvonne replied with a cheerful smile.Sandra couldn't come up with a response. She could only turn her gaze to Hendrix.But Hendrix wasn't paying attention. He was staring off into the distance, lost in thought. He finally snapped out of it, turning to look at her."Hendrix?" Sandra called his name softly."Didn't you say you had something to do? You should head out," Yvonne interjected before Hendrix could respond.Sandra glared at Yvonne for interrupting her, but Yvonne only smiled sweetly, meeting her gaze without a care."Fine. I'll be going, then," Hendrix said bluntly before turning and walking away.Sandra instinctively moved to follow him, but Yvonne stepped in her way. "Ms. Swanson, is there something else you need?""I want to talk to Hendrix. Why are you getting in the way?""Oh, that reminds me. I haven't had the chance to congratulate
Noelle studied Carl in front of her for a long moment before finally speaking, "Mr. Townsend, you should know who I am.""I do. I think we've even crossed paths at a few parties before, haven't we?" Carl asked."I just got divorced," Noelle added, her tone matter-of-fact."Yes, I heard. I have to say, I admire how decisively you ended things with Hendrix."Clark responded to everything Noelle said with an easy smile, which left her uncomfortable. She finally sighed and said, "I'm not interested in dating anyone right now.""That's fine," Clark replied with a grin. "We don't have to date. We can start as friends."Noelle found herself at a loss for words."Does that mean you agree? Great! Let's go!" Clark said as he reached for her hand.Startled, Noelle instinctively took two steps back.Clark looked at her in confusion. "What's wrong? Do you think my hand's poisonous?""No, I suddenly remembered I have something to take care of. I can't go.""Oh? What is it?""Work," Noell
Inside Percy Gardens, Hendrix sat in his study, scanning emails on the screen as his fingers drummed lightly on the phone beside him.Notifications kept popping up on his feed, but he only glanced at them, uninterested.It was past 11:00 pm when the front door creaked open.Hendrix stopped tapping on his phone but didn't get up. Instead, he turned off his screen with an unreadable expression.Noelle moved quietly, her steps barely making a sound. She checked his bedroom first, but when she found it empty, she headed to the study. The door was closed, and she stood outside for a while, not making a move. Hendrix ignored her, his face blank as he looked at the computer screen.Two minutes passed before she finally knocked. However, Hendrix didn't respond. After a brief hesitation, Noelle turned the handle and opened the door."You're... still working?" she asked softly, standing in the doorway.Hendrix finally looked up. Noelle had just showered, her damp hair clinging to
Hendrix never brought up that night again, and Noelle didn't, either.Two days later, Clark asked her out again, saying he wanted to grab some sliders.It was the first time Noelle realized asking someone out could be that simple.Clark was fun to be around. He loved a good time and always knew how to make it happen. He grew up in Coppersville, where nearly everyone in his circle knew him. Yet he wasn't drawn to flashy, extravagant clubs or bars. Instead, he preferred taking Noelle down old alleyways. Sometimes, they'd try a local delicacy, and other times, they'd pick up quirky trinkets.Hendrix, who also grew up in Coppersville, never took Noelle to places like that. They went out alone only a few times, and when they did, it was always to high-end restaurants.The only exception was when Noelle took him to a barbecue joint, though they didn't even manage to finish their meal that time.Clark was the complete opposite of Hendrix. He didn't carry the aloof, superior attitude t
Noelle didn't answer. She slowly took the stuffed animal from Clark's hands.Clark immediately noticed something was off. "What's wrong?"Noelle didn't respond. She lowered her eyes and murmured, "It's nothing. Let's go.""What happened?" he asked, his voice tinged with concern.She took a deep breath. "Someone bumped into me just now."Clark froze for a second. Then, as realization sank in, his expression shifted. "Which one?""What?""I said, which one?" His voice was sharp, and without waiting for her answer, he turned, scanning the crowd.At that moment, the man who'd bumped into Noelle walked up to another girl, still wearing that same sleazy grin."Is that him?" Clark asked, eyes narrowing.Before Noelle could respond, he had already rushed forward and punched the man in the nose."How dare you?" he yelled...."Mr. Freeman, the painting's been delivered. Here's the acceptance form," Dan said, handing Hendrix the paper.Hendrix nodded without a word.Dan hesitated.
Clark's jacket was draped over Noelle's shoulders, and she sat with her head lowered.She held the steaming cup of coffee the officer had given her, yet her body trembled uncontrollably.Clark had suffered a severe beating, outnumbered by the group. At first, he had held his own, but once they surrounded him, the fight quickly turned in their favor.Noelle had tried to step in, but Clark had blocked her way. No one could've imagined what might have happened if the arcade staff hadn't intervened so quickly."I'm fine. Don't worry," Clark said, still giving his statement to the police. When he noticed how pale Noelle looked, he gently took her hand.Noelle finally lifted her gaze, intending to say something. Yet, she froze as if she'd seen something too terrifying to process. Her already pale face drained further, and her fingers turned icy cold.Clark noticed and started to turn around, but a hand landed on Noelle's shoulder before he could check."I'm here to bail her out," Hend
Dan felt like he was uncovering something significant with Noelle standing beside Hendrix.His mind raced, but he forced himself to step forward. "Mr. Freeman."Hendrix barely glanced inside, and Dan understood immediately. "Don't worry. I'll handle it."Hendrix didn't say anything more. He practically threw Noelle into the car first, then tossed the teddy into a nearby trash can.Noelle watched his every move from the car. She opened her mouth to speak but ended up saying nothing.Hendrix quickly got in, and the car sped off. Noelle's heart raced as she turned to fasten her seatbelt. He didn't so much as glance at her.The scenery blurred as they drove, becoming more and more unfamiliar. Noelle frowned and was about to ask where they were going when Hendrix suddenly slammed on the brakes. The jolt threw her forward. Her seatbelt yanked her back, but her head slammed into the seat, sending a sharp pain through her head.She winced and turned toward Hendrix. His hand gripped th
"Hendrix, Clark is my friend. I just don't want you talking about him like that," Noelle said. She bit her lip and added, "He got hurt because of me tonight. I—"Hendrix laughed suddenly, his smile sending a shiver through Noelle."Noelle, have you forgotten the agreement we made?""I've told you. Clark and I are just friends. I—""If you're just friends, why lie?" Hendrix's voice grew colder, his gaze fixed on her.Noelle was about to deny it, but Hendrix cut her off, "Last week, the night you were late, you were with him, right?"Her words were caught in her throat, and Hendrix didn't give her a chance to answer. "If I'm not mistaken, you showered before going to Percy Gardens. What was it that made you need to shower?""We were just walking around the food festival!" she said quickly."So, you were with him," he said, his smile returning.Noelle's throat tightened, and she was speechless.Hendrix's smile grew wider as he watched her reaction. He reached for the cigaret
The fans of both leads were at each other's throats, but the production team and the streaming platform were more than happy to see this. After all, in this day and age, even explosive controversy was better than being ignored entirely.Around this time, Evelyn reached out to her with a new project.Noelle hadn't released any new works in the past two months, only taking on smaller, freelance gigs. With the TV drama gaining so much attention, the company naturally wanted to capitalize on the momentum and give her career a boost."I haven't had much time or inspiration lately. Let's talk about it another time.""Come on. You've been saying that for months now.""I know, but Rosie's still young, and it's not like she can grow up overnight.""Alright, fine. If you're not ready for a new project, how about an interview? Surely you can do that?""What kind of interview?""It's a live podcast interview hosted by a publisher we've worked with before. Since the drama's doing so well, t
All afternoon, the movers across the hall were busy moving things in. Even with the door closed, Noelle could still hear them talking loudly. It sounded like the new tenants were doing some renovations, too. For hours, the sound of hammering and drilling echoed nonstop.As exhausted as she was, Rosie tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep. In the end, Noelle had no choice but to lie down beside her, gently patting her back.But Rosie's eyes remained wide open, staring at Noelle.Noelle couldn't help but laugh, then said helplessly, "Alright. What do you want to do?""I can't sleep.""Close your eyes, and you'll fall asleep soon."Rosie obediently closed her eyes, but within seconds, they popped open again. "See, Mommy? I just can't sleep?""So, what do you want to do instead?""I want to draw. Or read a book.""In other words, you just don't want to sleep, right?"Rosie giggled sheepishly.Noelle was about to say more when there was a sudden knock at the door.Rosi
"Yeah, they've got four elderly parents and two kids to take care of. One of them got laid off, and the other had their salary cut. If they don't sell the house, they might not be able to make ends meet.""True. That's why it's better to work for a big company. The benefits are good, and the job's more stable.""Exactly.""By the way, Noelle, that friend of yours runs a company, right? How's he doing these days?"Noelle had been listening quietly for a while without chiming in, so when the conversation finally turned to her, she couldn't help but feel a sense of "I knew it!".She almost wanted to laugh, but she held it in and instead asked, "What friend?""You know…""Rosie's dad!" someone quickly interjected, finding what they thought was an appropriate way of addressing Hendrix. But almost immediately, they seemed to regret it and cautiously added, "He is Rosie's dad, right?""I don't know much about him," Noelle replied bluntly. "We've been divorced for years, and we hardly
Noelle wasn't surprised to see Hendrix's name on her phone screen. Without hesitation, she answered the call.Her decisive action seemed to catch Hendrix off guard. There was a brief pause on the other end of the line before he finally asked, "What did you call me for earlier?"Noelle knew he was waiting for her to take the initiative. That was just the way he was. No matter what it was, he always expected others to make the first move.Only after he got what he wanted would he consider giving a little in return. And even then, he'd act as if that little bit was some grand favor, making him a textbook egotist through and through."Why aren't you saying anything?" After just a couple of seconds of silence, his impatience flared, and he urged her to speak.Noelle snapped out of her thoughts and replied, "It's nothing important. I just wanted to say I'm sorry."Though her words sounded apologetic, Hendrix detected no trace of remorse in her tone. He couldn't help but let out a cold
Noelle hadn't noticed that her phone had gone silent.By the time they arrived at the apartment complex, most of the crowd that had gathered earlier had already dispersed. Moreover, it seemed like many of them were holding new toys.Noelle was taken aback."Noelle, thank you," someone said to her. "And, um… don't pay attention to what's being said in the group chat. Seriously, they're acting way too entitled now.""Yeah, they're just greedy and never satisfied," another chimed in quickly.Noelle frowned, then suddenly realized something. "Who gave you these toys?""Mr. Freeman, of course. But he said he had something to do today and couldn't come, so he sent his assistant instead to make sure no one was disappointed. Did he not tell you?"Noelle's voice tightened. "When was this?""Hmm… It took them about two hours to finish distributing the gifts since there were so many people, so probably around 11:00 am?"Hendrix had called Noelle around noon, which meant he had already ar
Noelle had already muted the group chat, but private messages kept popping up.They were from the mothers she'd met in the apartment complex while taking Rosie out to play. They were all asking when Hendrix would arrive today. Some even said that if he wasn't coming, he should've given them a heads-up, since their kids had been looking forward to it all day.Noelle stared at the messages blankly. Truthfully, she should've seen this coming from the moment Hendrix started this charade. Manipulating people and controlling them like puppets were the things he had always excelled at.She had finally found some stability in this apartment complex, but now, he had ruined it. He certainly understood the saying, "Give someone an inch, and they'd take a mile", better than anyone.And the money he spent on all those toys? It meant nothing to him. What he really wanted was to control people's minds and shatter Noelle's peace."Mommy! Mommy!"Rosie's voice brought Noelle back to reality. She
Rosie's straightforward answer made Noelle smile. "Alright. Let's go home, then."With that, they walked away hand in hand, as if the noise and excitement behind them seemed to have nothing to do with them.…The next day, Hendrix came again. This time, he wasn't alone, as several bodyguards followed him, each carrying heavy bags.Without Hendrix even saying a word, all the children rushed over. Even kids from neighboring apartments had heard about it and came running.Hendrix didn't discriminate—any child who approached was given a gift. Today, he didn't need to interact with them personally, so he had time to glance over at Noelle to gauge her reaction. However, he quickly realized that Noelle and Rosie were no longer there. He hadn't even noticed when they had left.The same thing happened on the third and fourth days, but by the fifth day, Hendrix didn't show up. But after several days of free gifts, both the children and their parents had gotten a taste for it. Now, they
"So, does that mean you're not going to accept my apology?" Hendrix asked.Noelle finally snapped out of her daze. She stared at him for a moment before picking up her glass and lightly clinking it against his.Noelle wasn't sure what Hendrix was trying to do. After all, based on his past behavior, he wasn't the type to just apologize like that. Yet here he was, doing exactly that. She found it strange but decided not to dwell on it, pretending nothing had happened as she took a sip of her water.Hendrix didn't say much after that.Surprisingly, the meal passed in relative peace. Noelle couldn't even remember the last time they had shared a meal so quietly.So, when Hendrix later suggested that he might occasionally come over to have meals with Rosie, Noelle was momentarily at a loss for how to respond.Hendrix, however, took her silence as permission granted. He then pulled a plushie from a bag and handed it to Rosie. It was a character from the stage performance they had seen a
Noelle had been to this restaurant a few times before with Dylan, so the server immediately recognized her. One of them started approaching her with a warm smile, but the moment she saw the man walking behind Noelle, her expression faltered slightly.Noelle ignored her reaction and simply said, "I'll have my usual order and an omelette for my daughter.""Got it," the server said with a nod, though she couldn't help but sneak a few glances at Hendrix before turning and heading back to the kitchen."Have you been here before?" Hendrix asked.Though the restaurant was decently decorated, it showed its age. The tables and chairs were made of lacquered wood, clean but with a noticeable sheen of grease from years of use.Noelle noticed Hendrix frowning slightly, but he didn't say anything. The frown lasted only for a brief second before he sat down as if nothing had happened. Then, he looked at her, waiting for her answer."Yeah. I've been here a few times.""With Dylan?" Hendrix aske