Noelle knew she shouldn't have said anything. Hendrix was clearly angry, and as soon as she spoke, it was like she became a target for his frustration. It wasn't even her business to begin with, so when Hendrix said that, Noelle chose to remain quiet. However, her silence still didn't satisfy him. "Why aren't you saying anything?" "What do you want me to say?" Noelle replied flatly. "This is your family's business. It doesn't really concern me." As they spoke, the car had already been driven a good distance, but as soon as Noelle finished speaking, Hendrix slammed on the brakes. Though Noelle had her seatbelt on, the car was moving too fast, and she was jerked forward violently by the sudden stop before bouncing back into her seat. The back of her head hit the leather headrest, but it didn't hurt. Still, Noelle furrowed her brows and turned to look at Hendrix.Hendrix also looked at her. "What do you mean by it's my family's matter? Aren't you my wife?""Okay.""Okay?" Hen
"No," Noelle rejected without hesitation. "Why should I agree to this?" "See? You know it. She doesn't love me," Hendrix replied. "I just don't want to make a pointless bet with you." "If you're really that confident, why not take me up on the bet? After all, in your eyes, you're guaranteed to win. You could get me to do something for you. Doesn't that sound like a pretty good deal for you?" Noelle still wanted to refuse, but when she met his gaze, she suddenly hesitated. Maybe it was because the Hendrix of that night reminded her of her past self.And that was when she thought about what Beatrice would feel—a biological child, whose relationship with her wasn't exactly close, compared to someone with no blood relation to her who appeared so obedient.Noelle bit her lips and asked, "If you win, what will you ask me to do?"Hendrix just chuckled and said, "You don't have any faith in yourself, huh?""Forget it." Noelle regretted her hesitation, turning away. "I don't want to
After Hendrix hung up, there was a moment of silence in the car.He had won the bet with Noelle. But in that moment, his emotions were flat, devoid of any excitement or triumph. Perhaps it was because everything had unfolded exactly as he expected. From the moment he saw Nathan, he knew that while the situation might not have been orchestrated by Beatrice, she still had chosen to stand by and watch with a cold, indifferent gaze. It was a reminiscence of his childhood. Hendrix would fight with other kids, and Beatrice would stand on the sidelines, watching coolly until they were pulled apart. Only then would she step forward, guide him away, and pour a bottle of water over his head in a quiet place. She would then ask, "Feeling calm now? Fighting is the last resort. Only the most useless people resort to such crude methods."That was true.But those words, they could have come from a teacher or any elder, but they should not have come from a mother. Hendrix had always been an
When Noelle saw the guy, she was stunned. Then, she looked at the two women fighting by the side.Sandra's hair was a mess, and there was a palm print on her face. Instead of a fight, it was more like Sandra getting beaten.The woman pressing on her didn't back away. She took a beer bottle and was about to hit Sandra's head with it when the man, Javier, finally couldn't take it anymore and grabbed her hand. "What are you doing?""Let me go! Are you seriously defending this slut? Javier, don't forget how you came to this position! Without me, you're nothing!"The woman was angry, and as they fought, the bottle flew toward her.Noelle was just standing at the door. When the bottle flew toward her, she wanted to take a step back. However, the person behind her was faster. Hendrix blocked it with his hand. The bottle hit his arm before it fell onto the ground, making a loud noise.The atmosphere in the private room shifted, and everyone looked over.When Javier's eyes met Hendrix'
People could only divert their attention for so long. It was only for a few seconds, like someone in a gloomy mood, even if they momentarily forgot their feelings after seeing something. Once those seconds passed, the gloom inevitably returned. The same could be said for the atmosphere between Noelle and Hendrix.Even though Nathan's arrival had prompted a temporary "truce" between them, nothing else in their relationship had changed.What stood out, however, was how quickly Noelle could shift her emotions compared to Hendrix.At this moment, Hendrix's hand was still suspended midair. It was only after a long pause that he retracted it, tossing his phone onto the center console."You don't believe me?" he asked."Not really," Noelle replied almost immediately. "Besides, at this point, there's no reason for you to lie to me, is there?"Hendrix listened to her words, but they didn't make him feel any better.So, it wasn't that Noelle didn't believe him. She genuinely didn't care
Noelle didn't say a word, but the hand that had been ready to push him away eventually fell slowly back down. She turned her gaze to the window once more.The night in Coppersville was still breathtaking. Beyond the flashing neon lights were the glowing windows of residential buildings, a sea of illuminated homes—a scene of beauty and vibrancy.Yet, in Noelle's eyes, there was only endless coldness.She knew. She and Hendrix could never return to the past, and there was no way back.But Hendrix seemed unwilling to accept that.Noelle thought that perhaps, at this moment, he might finally understand. And so, even the strength to blame her seemed to have left him.…When Noelle woke up, it was already the next morning. The room was still empty except for her.She was long accustomed to mornings like this. After freshening up, she headed out directly.Today was Craig's discharge day. With the matters concerning Elm Group now settled, Craig, as the general manager, had a mountain
Noelle returned to Nivis Villa and found that Hendrix had already come back. There was an open suitcase at his feet, and he was flipping through some materials. When he heard the sound, he raised his head first. Their eyes met, and for a moment, Noelle wasn't sure what to say. Just as she was about to look away, Hendrix suddenly spoke up, "I'm going on a business trip.""Oh.""Mondivera for at least a week.""Got it." Her response was brief. Or perhaps it could be called… dismissive. Hendrix noticed it, of course. But he didn't get angry. After a brief pause, he asked, "Do you want to come with me?"His question caught Noelle off guard, and she instinctively wanted to refuse. However, it seemed like Hendrix had anticipated her answer. He decisively made the decision for her. "You're coming with me." "I'm not going." "You don't have a choice." "Why? Are you going to tie me to the plane?" "Because you're my wife on paper." As Hendrix spoke, he tossed the materials i
Noelle had intended to use that simple ring as a substitute for the engagement ring because it was more convenient to wear. However, she never had the courage to part with that ring until they divorced. Now, Noelle didn't even know where that ring had gone.Coincidentally, the ring Hendrix was putting on her finger at that moment was quite similar to the one Noelle had chosen back then. It was rose gold in color, with a subtle pattern of cosmos flowers etched into the band.She stared at it and was momentarily lost in thought.Hendrix didn't give her a chance to snap back to reality, though. He simply pulled her hand and, almost forcefully, slid the ring onto her finger."I also bought an engagement ring for the wedding," he said and added, "But for everyday wear, this one should be fine. I should've given it to you on the day we registered our marriage, but the custom design took some time."Noelle didn't even ask him to explain. But she did not cut him off. In the end, she just
Dylan was like deadly poison to the Swifts. He had deliberately lured Marla away at that time. Otherwise, she wouldn't have let him go so easily.After all, Marshall was already in a coma. So, all she could do was cling tightly to Dylan and refuse to let go.But…Marla opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, yet words failed her completely at this moment.Then, a sharp alarm blared from the machine beside the bed.She immediately whipped around. She wasn't the only one who heard it. The doctors outside did, too. They rushed in instantly and pushed her aside as they began emergency resuscitation.Marla stood frozen, phone still in hand, staring blankly at Marshall on the bed. He had an oxygen mask over his face.Just days ago, he had smiled and told her that once he was free of his responsibilities, he would take her traveling around the world. He knew she had never truly moved on, so he wanted to help her in this way.All these years, no matter how willful she had
Marla returned to the hospital. She had intended to tell Dylan what happened at Roselle Court, but when she arrived at the ward, he was gone.She asked the nurse, but even the nurse didn't know. Thus, she called Dylan. The phone rang, but no one answered.Marla couldn't help but frown. She glanced at Marshall lying in the hospital bed. The emotions she had kept under control until now surged as she took in his sleeping face and graying temples. Tears began to fall uncontrollably."Honey, what should we do now?" she asked.Of course, Marshall couldn't answer.Marla's eyes reddened further. She covered her face with her hands as tears dripped down one by one.Just then, her phone rang. Seeing the number, she quickly wiped her face and composed herself before answering."Hello?""Bad news, Mrs. Swift." The voice on the other end was frantic. "Mr. Stein has run off with the company's funds."Marla listened, but she gave no reaction or reply.The caller waited anxiously for her re
Noelle quickly added, "But don't worry. I'm not hurt or anything. It was just a slap."By the end of the sentence, she started to lose confidence, so her voice unconsciously dropped a few notches.Hendrix let out a cold laugh. "Just a slap? And you think that's not serious? What would qualify as serious to you? Beating you until you're paralyzed? This is our home. You expect me to just let it slide when someone barges in and hits you?"With each word, his anger seemed to escalate. He pressed his lips into a tight line before he abruptly turned to leave.Noelle quickly grabbed him. "What are you going to do?""Let go.""Don't act impulsively. You're scaring me like this."Her words made Hendrix freeze mid-step. As if afraid he'd still leave, Noelle clung tightly to his waist and looked up at him.Even though Hendrix didn't say anything, he did seem to be much calmer.After a pause, Noelle added, "Besides, I didn't take it lying down.""You hit her back?""Well, no. But I argu
When Hendrix returned, Noelle was still engrossed in the files on her computer—so much so she didn't even notice he had come back."What are you looking at?" Hendrix whispered into her ear.Startled, she instinctively moved to block the screen before turning to ask, "How do you walk without making any sound?"Hendrix glanced at her computer screen. There was nothing scandalous—just some of her past work, things he had already seen.He had even bought all of her published works. For a while, anyone entering his office would spot, amid stacks of documents, a few brightly colored comic books on his desk.The covers featured intimate poses between a man and a woman. Normally, this wouldn't be noteworthy, but paired with Hendrix's image, the contrast was jarring.He knew what people whispered behind his back, but he simply ignored them.Now, with just one look at her screen, he could pinpoint exactly where the story had progressed. Oh, the male lead was about to kneel in the rain to
"At the time, Hendrix actually had no reason to target you and Mr. Swift," Noelle said.Marla froze for a moment. "W-what?""Isn't that true?" Noelle looked at her with genuine confusion in her eyes. "The only reason Hendrix dragged you and Mr. Swift into this was because you helped Dylan.""If you truly wanted me to live well, as you claim, you would never have let him take me away like that. That's why Hendrix came after you. And when you realized I was still alive, this was the outcome."Marla had no rebuttal."I already found out about what happened to Seline, and I'm grateful she saved Rosie. If possible, I'd gladly take her place in caring for you both. But ultimately, Rosie and I owe Seline, not you or Mr. Swift. In fact, the connection is faint at best."The moment you became Dylan's accomplice, whatever shred of obligation I owed toward you and Mr. Swift was paid in full. As for your current situation, I'm sorry, but there's nothing I can do."Marla had arrived brimming
Marla hadn't held back, and Noelle's cheek immediately flushed red.The household staff standing nearby paled at the sight and rushed forward to block Marla."Get out of my way!" Marla snarled through clenched teeth. "Noelle, you're nothing but an ungrateful bitch! After everything Seline did for you—if it weren't for her, you'd be long dead!"Back then, you lived worse than a stray dog left out in the cold. Seline helped you so much—she even died saving Rosie! And this is how you repay us, her parents?"Marla was hysterical.The household staff tried to shield Noelle while calling Hendrix. But Noelle stopped them. Then, she stepped forward to face Marla directly."Mrs. Freeman." The household staff looked worried, but Noelle ignored them.She stood before Marla and asked, "I have a question for you.""What is it? You—"Noelle cut her off, "Did you have anything to do with my disappearance and injury?"The softly spoken question instantly silenced Marla. The fury that had bee
"But didn't Noelle lose her memories?" Marla asked."Who knows if she's truly forgotten or just pretending? But that doesn't matter because even if she has, the fact remains that Seline died saving Rosie, no?""That's true.""Yet, she's now working with Hendrix to take you and Mr. Swift down. Don't you think it's wrong of her to do that?"Marla didn't respond."So, will you talk to her?" Dylan pressed.Marla frowned at him."It's chaotic outside now. The shareholders are screaming for Mr. Swift to take responsibility, but how could you bear to drag him into this mess when he's still lying unconscious?"His words snapped Marla out of her daze. "You're right.""Don't worry. I'll take care of Mr. Swift. Right now, the priority is stopping Hendrix as soon as possible."Marla glanced at Dylan, then at the man lying in bed—Marshall still hadn't woken up.The doctor said Marshall was out of danger, but no one could say when he would regain consciousness. Honestly speaking, Marla di
Hendrix's prediction was correct.That very night, Marshall was indeed rushed to the hospital. In all honesty, he should have anticipated their plan's failure. But what truly shattered him was Dylan's betrayal.Everyone close to him knew just how much trust he had placed in Dylan. He had even secretly discussed with Marla that it might not be a bad idea to leave their fortune to Dylan after their passing.After all, if not for Dylan, the two of them might not have survived the grief that followed Seline's death. In their eyes, he was no different from a son.Yet, Marshall never imagined that the person he trusted so deeply would ultimately stab him in the back.As he lay unconscious in the hospital bed, Marla unleashed all her fury and resentment toward Dylan."How could you do this? After all the trust we placed in you! Do you even have any humanity left?" She was practically screaming at the top of her lungs.At this point, there was nothing she could do. The situation of the
"You barely ate anything back there, so I'm taking you for buffalo wings," Hendrix said."Buffalo wings?" Noelle turned to him in surprise.Hendrix caught her hand. "Yeah. You used to love it. Do you want to go?"A soft smile played on his lips now—a stark contrast to the cold expression he had worn earlier when discussing Dylan and the Swifts.Yet, this version of him felt strangely familiar to Noelle. Just as she studied him, Hendrix turned to look at her. "Well?"Only then did she realize he had asked her a question. After a brief hesitation, she finally nodded. "Okay."The car smoothly changed lanes, eventually pulling up in front of a shopping mall.It was a weekend, so the place was crowded. When Hendrix led her to the buffalo wings restaurant, they were even told that there was a waitlist.Hendrix instantly frowned. He turned to ask if Noelle wanted to go somewhere else, only to find her staring fixed ahead at a warmly lit bakery, its entrance adorned with a row of cotto