When Noelle returned home, the place was pitch-dark, so she naturally assumed Hendrix had already left. But just as she raised her hand to turn on the lights, his voice suddenly came from the darkness.He asked, "You're back?"Noelle jumped in surprise, her hand instinctively pressing the switch. The living room lit up instantly, revealing the figure sitting on the couch and his intense gaze.Noelle immediately frowned."Where did you go tonight? Did you have fun?" he asked again.Noelle didn't answer him and instead shot back, "Why are you still here?""I've already brought my things over, so where do you expect me to go?"It was only then that Noelle noticed the two suitcases in front of her."Who gave you permission to move in?" she asked.Hendrix said nothing.For some reason, Noelle looked at him and almost felt like he seemed… hurt? But as soon as the thought surfaced, she quickly shut it down. She was really losing it. How could she feel sorry for Hendrix?Still, she
Hendrix still held the towel in his hand, its soft texture carrying a faint, pleasant scent. Thinking back to Noelle's angry expression earlier, he couldn't help but smile as he walked out with the towel in hand.With Hendrix causing such a disturbance, Noelle lost the mood to continue showering. She quickly rinsed off a few more times before putting on a bathrobe and stepping out. To her surprise, Hendrix was still there, and his two suitcases were plainly placed at his feet.Noelle's expression immediately darkened, but before she could say anything, Hendrix spoke up, "There's already stuff in your guest room, so I can't fit my things in."Noelle frowned. But then, she quickly remembered that Dylan had indeed stayed here before, and it seemed he had left some of his personal items behind when he left.Left without a choice, Noelle could only walk over to the guest room and take Dylan's clothes down. She was prepared to return to her bedroom with those clothes in hand when Hendrix
That huge pot of pasta was not only too much, but it was also terribly bad. Noelle couldn't remember ever having eaten something so awful. In the end, she couldn't help but turn the stove back on and cook him a new bowl.Hendrix just stood next to her, watching.Noelle turned around, about to tell him to leave, but Hendrix seemed to know what she was thinking, so he said, "I want to watch, so I'll know how to cook it next time.""Mr. Freeman, this doesn't suit your status," Noelle said flatly. "If you want, there are plenty of women who would be willing to cook for you.""I know," answered Hendrix simply, but that answer seemed to lead to another one.Noelle fell silent. She didn't say anything else. Instead, she simply placed the plate of pasta on the table and turned to leave."Did you tell Dylan tonight?" Hendrix suddenly asked. "About us.""Yeah.""Did he agree?""Yeah."Noelle's response was simple, with a touch of indifference.Hendrix didn't say anything more.Soon,
Seeing Noelle remain silent for a while, Oliver couldn't help but call out, "Ms. Swanson?"Noelle snapped back to reality and immediately put on a standard smile. "Of course, Mr. Freeman. Thank you for making the introduction.""We're all partners. It's the least I can do."As he spoke, Hendrix stood up and extended his hand to her.There were others in the conference room, and in their eyes, Hendrix was still the attention-grabbing man. So, Noelle had no choice but to extend her hand in return.But as she shook Hendrix's hand, she couldn't help but dig her nails into his palm. Her nails weren't long, but with the pressure, Hendrix surely felt some pain.Noelle noticed his brows twitching slightly. She didn't linger, though. After saying her goodbyes, she turned and walked out.The "Mr. Mueller" Hendrix mentioned was a major figure at Vinton Bank. Even if Noelle had dealings with the bank, meeting him in person would be out of the question. For Hendrix, however, it was a differe
Hendrix was clearly taken aback by what Noelle said.It was a strike to the heart.If he truly cared about her as much as he appeared to be, Noelle knew that just that one sentence would be enough to keep him awake all night. And the thought of that made her incredibly happy.Even though she understood that hurtful words in a relationship were like a double-edged sword—wounding her as much as they hurt him—in that moment, all Noelle cared about was that he felt the pain more deeply than she did.Noelle didn't look at him again and simply turned to leave. The cobblestone path wasn't easy to walk on.She knew the backs of her heels were bleeding, but she didn't pay any attention to them. She walked into the restaurant in her high heels, with Hendrix silently following behind her.Though it was called a farmhouse restaurant, the decor was far from ordinary. As soon as Noelle entered the lobby, she noticed two paintings hanging nearby. The signature on them was one she was very famil
Javier inquired, "You think it's pretty good, too, huh? That's the charm of Vinton City's landscape. If this were in Coppersville, it definitely wouldn't be the same. "Try this chicken soup. It's on a completely different level compared to the usual stuff out there. The restaurant's still in its soft opening phase, but give it some time, and it's sure to make waves in the scene…"Javier launched into an enthusiastic monologue.It wasn't until later that Noelle found out that Javier had a stake in the restaurant. That explained a lot.Noelle sat quietly, listening as Javier rambled on about the restaurant's future plans. After a while, she finally couldn't take it anymore, so she stood and said, "Excuse me. I need to use the restroom."Javier glanced at her but didn't bother to respond. He was simply too engrossed in his conversation with Hendrix. Not minding it in the slightest, Noelle smiled and walked out of the private dining room.The restaurant was massive, and it seemed th
By the time dinner ended, it was nearing 10:00 pm.Javier seemed quite satisfied with the evening's discussions. Before leaving, he told Noelle that he would review her proposal first. His tone had noticeably softened, and Noelle responded with a bright, enthusiastic smile.As for Sandra, who had unexpectedly shown up tonight, she had been practically invisible throughout the evening—except for the moment she glanced at Hendrix as she boarded the car.It was a look filled with a mix of grievance, resentment, and a hint of hope. Whatever response Hendrix gave, Noelle didn't witness it, because in the next instant, Sandra had already entered Javier's black Bentley, which swiftly drove into the night.The smile Noelle had been forcing onto her face disappeared instantly. Without sparing a glance at the man beside her, she turned on her heel and headed straight for her own car. But Hendrix was quick to grab her arm."What are you doing?" Noelle immediately brushed his hand off. "Have
By the time Noelle realized it, Hendrix's lips were already on hers. They had been through many intimate moments together, their familiarity with each other's bodies surpassing even their understanding of their own.Yet, it wasn't until this moment of shared kiss that felt like it belonged solely to lovers—devoid of desire, yet deeply meaningful.Hendrix's movements were gentle, his lips softly enveloping hers and his tongue lightly grazing against them in careful, deliberate strokes. It was as if he were handling a precious yet fragile treasure, his tenderness boundless and cautious.Noelle suddenly felt a little fuzzy in the head. At some point, her hands had instinctively gripped the collar of his shirt, twisting it tightly in her grasp.And then, her phone rang.The crisp ringtone was like an invisible hand, yanking Noelle out of the ethereal world of fleeting tenderness.Hendrix tensed for a moment, but Noelle reacted even faster, shoving him away with a firm push. At the sa
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