Noelle tried calling Hendrix, but he seemed to be on the phone with someone else. Feeling helpless, she called Dan."Mr. Freeman is still in a meeting, but I think he might be too busy to see you today. What about…"Dan sounded like he was stuck in between, but Noelle immediately knew what he meant.Of course, Hendrix wasn't too busy to see her.Noelle remembered that he was busy some time ago. However, no matter how busy he was, he would still find time to see her. Sometimes, when he went on business trips, he would even come to her even if he landed in the middle of the time. Now, he didn't even want to answer any of her calls.Many thoughts crossed Noelle's mind, but she did not ask a question and just said, "Alright. Got it."With that said, she turned around and left.When the taxi asked her where to, she said, "Percy Gardens."It had been a long time since she last came here. When Hendrix criticized her place back then, he would ask her to come live with him here, but Noe
When Hendrix finished speaking, Noelle remained quiet for a long time.The door behind her had not fully closed, and the cold wind seeping in contrasted sharply with the warm air inside.Noelle couldn't tell whether her body was cold or hot. She only felt her mind was blank.After a long while, she finally found her voice. "So, you don't want to hear my explanation anymore, do you?"Hendrix looked at her. "Noelle, in this world, many things are judged by the consequences."As his words sank in, Noelle lowered her head and gave a small, bitter laugh.Result? What was the result?The consequence was that Beatrice now lay unconscious in the hospital. The consequence was that the letter, indeed, had been passed from her hands to his. The consequence was that he said there was no need for them to meet anymore.He couldn't even spare her a simple breakup.Noelle looked at him and recalled the times when they spent time together, the words he said to her, the way he gazed at her, and
The wine tasted even worse than the first sip he took, so Hendrix couldn't help but frown.Then, he saw that figure in white.He stood on the high floor, and everything below seemed to become just a blur of spots. But even then, Hendrix instantly recognized her. He could even see her standing by the trash can, throwing something into it. His grip on the glass tightened instantly.After a long pause, he slowly released it.Hendrix knew that he had never been someone driven by intense emotions. It stemmed from Beatrice's teachings when he was young. Now, when he thought of her, the first thing that came to his mind was still her calm tone and the smile that always seemed too polished.Hendrix once believed that he had no attachment toward her until the moment she was in danger.He suddenly realized something. She was the person in this world who was closest to him and blood-related to him. He had once existed inside of her. A tiny umbilical cord had connected them, tying them toget
Of course, Hendrix knew who they were referring to. This was the first time he asked the security guards of the hospital to kick these people out.The two elderly, despite their frail appearance, shouted with full force as they were dragged out, claiming they would go to the press and make sure everyone knew that Lloyd was killed by the Freeman family.At that moment, Hendrix coldly responded, "Go ahead."His fearless attitude sent a chill down their spine, but he didn't look at them again.After a while, Dan arrived and told him that his items from Serene Street had been moved to Percy Gardens.Hendrix only responded with a hum.Dan hesitated for a moment before saying, "I saw Mrs…. Ms. Swanson didn't look good. She might be sick."Hendrix didn't reply."Mr. Freeman, actually Ms. Swanson isn't at fault in this matter. Are you sure you want to take it out on her…"Dan hadn't finished speaking when Hendrix suddenly glanced at him.Although Hendrix didn't say a word, that one g
Noelle remained silent. She wanted to explain, but she just didn't know how to start. But when the words reached her lips, she ultimately said nothing, quietly swallowing her voice instead.Hendrix had probably long forgotten these things. Otherwise, he wouldn't have suggested vacationing in that same place.So, Noelle understood that what they once called their "intense" emotions was nothing but an illusion. because if he truly liked her, he wouldn't have forgotten about this incident.Just like her—when she liked him, she wanted to engrave every moment and every detail of their time together into her memory. But Hendrix didn't, which meant he never really liked her.He had chosen her, but it was only because of the compatibility of their bodies.This time, Noelle came to Dynalis alone, but she had meticulously planned her trip. She even found a professional local guide online.The guide was a student studying abroad, sporting clean, short hair and exuding a warm and outgoing pe
"Was that your ex-boyfriend?" asked Seline the moment they entered a private room.Noelle was stunned, and she shook her head."No? Why do I feel like you guys—""He's my ex-husband," answered Noelle.Seline was rendered speechless. After a while, she suddenly clapped and said, "I remember now! Is he from Amity Group in Coppersville?""You know him?""Um… I guess so? Since I used to keep myself updated with the news in Coppersville back then. Compared to those fat and bald men in other companies, he's the most outstanding one."Noelle just smiled in response."Who's that girl beside him?""She's the adoptive daughter my parents have adopted."Noelle's words contained a lot of messages here.Seline's jaw dropped slowly, the kind of exaggerated gape that looked like it could fit an entire egg.Noelle couldn't help but chuckle, raising her glass again. "But now, they don't have anything to do with me anymore. I've had fun these past few days. Thank you."Seline studied Noelle
Noelle had had some drinks, so her face was red. But her eyes were wet.She seemed to doubt the scene she was witnessing. She shook her head, trying to confirm she wasn't seeing things, and only then did she call out his name, "Hendrix."Hendrix didn't answer, and his gaze remained emotionless, much like when he had watched her in the bar earlier."It's snowing," Noelle said, seemingly unaffected by his mood, as she pointed at the sky. "Look. It's a lot of snow. You're right. The snow here is definitely prettier than in Coppersville. But I still prefer the snow in Coppersville."Noelle spoke to herself, her steps still unsteady. If not for the tight grip of his hand on her arm, she would have fallen by now."But Coppersville is too cold," she added with a soft laugh, lowering her head. "Of course, it's cold here too. This winter... It feels so long."Her voice trailed off, and her eyes slowly closed.After a glance at her, Hendrix immediately bent down and picked her up in his a
Noelle still didn't like Dynalis. Even though there were countless tourists visiting every year, and the scenery here was indeed beautiful, she still didn't like it.At this very moment, she just wanted to hurry back to Coppersville—back to that small rental apartment that only belonged to her.But as soon as the plane landed, the Swanson family came to her.Well, Matilda was in critical condition. Although Craig had been working hard to find a compatible kidney for her transplant, there had still been no success up to today.Moreover, Noelle was her biological daughter, and from a medical standpoint, she was the best candidate for the transplant.Noelle was almost forcibly pushed into the car.After seeing Craig, she scoffed coldly. "What? You guys are forcing me into an operation now?"Craig looked at her, then gestured for the others to leave.Then, he looked at Noelle. "What do you want?"Noelle looked into his eyes and said, "I told your wife clearly before. If you give m
The moment Hendrix fixed his eyes on Noelle, she suddenly found herself at a loss for words. As their eyes met, even the tips of her ears began to flush red without her realizing it."Why are you looking at me like that?" Noelle couldn't help but ask."So, have you remembered everything?" Hendrix asked instead. "Everything about us?""No," Noelle replied, turning her head away. "My head hurts. Didn't you say you were going to get the doctor? You can go—"But before she could finish, Hendrix suddenly grabbed her hand. His grip wasn't strong, but the way his fingers gently moved across hers felt like an intimate caress.Noelle couldn't help but tremble, and she instinctively tried to pull her hand back.But then Hendrix suddenly said, "Actually, even before we got married, I'd seen you many times."Noelle hadn't expected him to bring this up. She froze for a second. Then, she quickly said, "I know. Back then at college—""Not just at college. After I graduated, I went to see you,
"Who are you?"That was the first thing Noelle said when she opened her eyes.Hendrix had still been basking in the relief of her waking up, but the moment he heard those words, the expression on his face vanished completely."What did you say?" he asked, his voice slightly strained.Noelle didn't answer. She simply stared at him, confusion clear in her eyes.Hendrix clenched his fists tightly. Maybe it was because he had gone through something like this before that he was able to calm himself down quickly this time."I'm your husband. My name is Hendrix Freeman. Do you still remember your own name?" he asked."Husband?" Noelle frowned slightly. "As in—we're married?""Yes. And we have a daughter. Her name is Rosie. She's three years old. This is her picture."As he spoke, Hendrix started to pull up a photo on his phone.But Noelle quickly asked, "Then why don't I remember you?""You were injured. But don't worry. I'll get the doctor to take a look at you."As Hendrix moved
Dylan had been wrong all along.Money and power—none of that had ever been what he was truly meant to chase. Because no one could stay at the center of power forever, and no one could possess those things for all time. What he should have been chasing was just that one light. That one light that would stay on for him late into the night. But now, he knew it was all too late.As he closed his eyes, Dylan suddenly thought of his mother, Leah. He remembered how, as a child, he had longed for a new set of paintbrushes. He had asked his parents for them many times. He even wanted to use his own Christmas money to buy them. But they refused.They believed it was wasteful. It didn't align with the frugal and disciplined lifestyle they lived by. So in the end, Dylan stole the set of paintbrushes from the stationery store.Because he came from a prestigious scholarly family and always kept a refined, gentlemanly image in public, the store owner never suspected a thing.But his parents fo
"Are you crazy? Noelle, let go of the wheel!" Dylan struggled to regain control of the car, but Noelle held onto the steering wheel tightly, refusing to let go.The car didn't slow down. On the contrary, it raced forward at an even faster pace.How long did this go on? Maybe it lasted only dozens of seconds. But for Dylan, it felt like the blink of an eye. Because the next moment, he saw the oncoming car.That car was speeding as well.Dylan didn't even have time to grab his gun. Just as he was about to slam on the brakes, the two cars collided at high speed. There was a deafening crash as the cars were thrown into the air, then slammed back down.Dylan's eyes widened. But in that instant, his first instinct was to turn and look at Noelle. Her eyes were already closed. She looked as if she had been prepared to face death all along. She must have known what he intended to do, and she also knew he didn't actually want to die.The only reason he took her away was so he could use her
Erwin was just about to repeat his question when a voice came from behind."Excuse me, but I think I know where your wife is."Hendrix spun around immediately.Standing behind them was a woman with long hair and big eyes. "I saw her just now in the backyard. Someone was taking her away. If I'm not mistaken, I think it was Mr. Pritchett from Morphy Fund?"At the mention of Dylan, Hendrix's expression turned dark as thunder. He charged up to the woman. "Where did they go?""I'm not sure. But I did take down his license plate number. Do you need it?""Where is it?" Hendrix barked.The woman held out her hand. "I'll give it to you for 1,000 dollars."Hendrix didn't carry cash with him. But he shoved his bank card into her hand without hesitation. "The license plate number!"The woman looked at the card, a little dissatisfied. But considering Hendrix's status, she figured he likely wouldn't care about such a small amount of money. Thus, in the end, she still showed Hendrix the phot
"Erwin!"The voice came just as Erwin stood on the terrace, smoking a cigarette in frustration.Although they had technically won the battle and he had earned a great deal from it, he felt, strangely enough, not the slightest trace of satisfaction. Maybe it was because Hendrix had forced him into the game. Or maybe, by now, winning and losing simply didn't stir anything in him anymore.At the beginning, Erwin had been somewhat excited. He had thought Dylan would be a difficult opponent—someone who could cause serious trouble, maybe even defeat them entirely. That would have been interesting. But instead, everything had gone far too smoothly. There had been no twists and no turns. Just a clean finish. It was boring, to say the least.And the current victory party? Equally so.Hendrix had insisted Noelle attend the party, saying she had flawlessly completed her part of the plan and that this victory was also hers. So, the party had turned out very wholesome, or rather, dull.Erwi
Erwin still showed signs of dissatisfaction. It seemed he was saying something, but Noelle could no longer hear him. She didn't look back either, instead turning her gaze to the other people at the party.The loud music continued, and the excitement and energy of the crowd remained high. But Noelle knew that this wasn't the usual celebration. This, in fact, was just Hendrix's way of making her adapt and accept the situation.Though she had known this for some time, the realization still made Noelle uncomfortable. Then, she suddenly remembered something Dylan had told her a few days ago about her past with Hendrix.Even though she knew Dylan's words weren't necessarily true, that didn't mean everything he said was a lie. How much of the past he mentioned was real, and how much was false?Noelle actually thought her life was fine now. She was willing to accept her past choices and believed in Hendrix's feelings for her. At least, this was what she thought sometimes.But at other tim
Dylan didn't dare to stay there. He immediately drove back to his place.He wanted to take Noelle with him and leave. Even if she didn't have her passport, it didn't matter. After all, there were definitely people looking for him right now.But no matter what, he was going to protect her. Even if they had to roam the world, it didn't matter. As long as they were together, it was fine. Even if it was just a shabby house, as long as there was a light on, that would be their home.However, when Dylan returned to the apartment, he found Noelle nowhere in sight. Gone also were all her things. The desk and floor were spotless, as if nothing had ever existed there.Dylan remained standing where he was. It took him several minutes to finally process what he was seeing. Then, he couldn't help but laugh. It was as if he had just heard the biggest joke—he laughed so hard that his whole body shook.Of course, how could he have thought she would be waiting for him here? How could she possibly
"I'm damned for ever believing your words! Now, just die!" George didn't give Dylan another chance to speak. He pulled the trigger, aiming to shoot a bullet through Dylan's forehead.In that instant, Dylan finally understood. This time, Hendrix didn't intend to leave him alive.If the goal had only been to swallow up Morphy Fund and make Dylan lose everything, the matter would have ended there. However, it seemed that Hendrix must have said something to George, which led him to believe that Dylan and Hendrix were working together—that Dylan had betrayed Morphy Fund.At this point, George had no way out. So, it wouldn't be surprising if he shot Dylan in the head. What Hendrix wanted was for him to die.Dylan didn't know what he was thinking at that moment. By the time he reacted, he had already grabbed the gun's barrel and twisted it violently. The bullet scraped past his head.Without hesitation, George moved to pull the trigger again when Dylan, still holding onto his wrist, forc