When vision was stripped away, the other senses became acutely heightened. At this moment, Noelle's hearing was especially sharp.As the approaching footsteps grew closer, her grip tightened instinctively. Her nails dug into her palm, but the sting was insignificant compared to everything else she was feeling.She had no idea how much time had passed. Maybe it was a few minutes, or maybe mere seconds. But to her, every moment felt endlessly stretched. Each breath she took felt as if it spanned a century.Like fleeting memories flashing by in a film, she barely had time to process how to face him before Hendrix had already laid down beside her.The queen-sized bed suddenly felt suffocatingly small. She could feel the heat of his body and smell the crisp scent of his shower gel.Then, his hand settled lightly on her waist. That single touch was enough to make Noelle go entirely rigid. Her already clenched fists tightened even more.And at that moment, Hendrix pulled back her blanke
And even if Noelle said no, would Hendrix really stop?However, she couldn't bring herself to say yes, either. In the end, she could only frown at Hendrix, frustration simmering in her chest.But in Hendrix's eyes, that look carried a different kind of vulnerability. He cupped her cheek as he asked again, "Should I keep going?"Noelle stayed silent and turned her face away.But Hendrix, ever the tease, refused to let her off so easily. He caught her chin between his fingers, forcing her to look back at him. "Why aren't you saying anything? So, you don't want me to keep going?""Ugh, you're so annoying!" Noelle finally snapped. "If you don't want to continue, just get off me!"There was anger in her words. But after everything that had just happened, her tone carried an unintended, breathy softness. In this moment, it almost sounded like she was flirting with him.Hendrix's smile deepened. "Ah, so that means we can keep going," he murmured, as if talking to himself.Noelle didn'
Hendrix knew what Noelle was thinking, of course.From the moment she heard about his fate, her eyes had turned red. And though she had tried to pull away, she had ultimately held back.She probably thought she was hiding it well, but to Hendrix, every little thing she did was as clear as glass. But that was fine. If not for that, how else would he have had the chance or excuse to bring her to this hotel?Originally, he had wanted to take things slow with her and date her properly. But now, she already knew and acknowledged their marriage.Thus, it would just be stupid of him if he still took it slow. Besides, there was no law saying that he couldn't date someone after sleeping with them. If anything, this was the most crucial step.Noelle had clearly forgotten some things, including the fact that at his core, Hendrix was anything but kind.Even if she really had been pitying him just now, it didn't matter. Only the weak would resent someone's pity, seeing it as condescension or
Noelle froze for a second before yanking her hand back without a second thought."What nonsense are you spouting?" she asked through gritted teeth. "This is all your fault!""My fault?" Hendrix was still grinning. "I tried waking you up multiple times, but you refused to get up.""If it weren't for you—" She wanted to keep arguing, but she forced herself to swallow back the words just as they were about to leave her lips.Hendrix seemed amused by her reaction. "What about me?"Noelle refused to engage further. Biting her lip, she propped herself up and got out of bed."You didn't finish your sentence. What about me?" Hendrix followed her, pestering her with questions.Ignoring him, she marched into the bathroom and slammed the door shut, cutting his voice mid-sentence.But she could still hear his low, pleased laughter from the other side. Annoyance prickled at her, but thoughts of Irene pushed it aside. Right now, she was in no mood to bicker with him. After quickly freshening
Noelle had expected Irene to be furious. After all, Irene had never had a good impression of Hendrix to begin with. And after Noelle ran off to find him last night, she'd assumed the resentment would only deepen.But to her surprise, it didn't happen like that.Irene simply stood there, her eyes flickering between the two of them before uttering, "Let's eat."The words were so light and calm that Noelle froze. For a moment, she couldn't even process it.Hendrix, however, tightened his grip on her hand and replied smoothly, "Thank you."Irene said nothing else. She just turned and walked inside.The small dining table, usually set for two, now had an extra seat for Hendrix.His injured hand hadn't fully healed yet, but he'd already mastered eating with his left. The only problem was the table was too cramped for his long legs, leaving him awkwardly squeezed in. But instead of complaining, he just ate in silence.Irene suddenly turned and brought out a bowl of minestrone soup. Th
When Hendrix left earlier, Irene had been asleep inside the house.But now, it was like she suddenly remembered something. Sitting there with a flashlight in hand, she seemed to be waiting for someone.But who could she possibly be waiting for? After all, the person she most wanted to see would never come back.After pressing his lips together, Hendrix finally walked outside.Irene heard his footsteps but didn't turn around. She just kept sitting there, stubborn."Can you tell me about Nelly?" Hendrix asked.Irene looked up at him, surprised.Hendrix's expression was awkward. This wasn't something he usually did. He hadn't even managed to get along with his own mother, Beatrice. Irene was practically a stranger to him. Well, not completely a stranger. After all, he had her to thank for the wound on his hand.If he had a choice, Hendrix wouldn't have wanted anything to do with her. But he knew Noelle cared about Irene.Even without a blood connection, Irene's care for Noelle
Irene had never been well-liked in the village. The other women claimed she'd brought misfortune to her husband, and in her younger days, they accused her of seducing their husbands.After earning her reputation as a shrew, no one would even speak to her.Truthfully, she held no attachment to this village. She had stayed at first to wait for her husband and later to wait for Nelly.But after that, none of it mattered anymore. Yet tonight, for the first time, she found someone to tell these things to.Hendrix sat quietly and listened. He'd never been good at comforting people, so after a long silence, he finally said, "When I thanked you earlier, it wasn't just for saving Noelle. It was also because you gave her things she's always wanted."Irene looked at him, puzzled.Even with her limited understanding of the outside world, she could tell Hendrix was wealthy. Which meant that everything he gave Noelle must have been the best. And what could she possibly offer Noelle?"When s
"Of course, if you ever get tired of the city and want to come back for a visit, I'll keep that room ready for you," Irene said.With that, she stood up.Hendrix watched her leave and quietly said, "Thank you."Irene paused in her tracks for just a second but didn't say anything else.She was gone, yet Hendrix remained seated, unmoving. He tilted his head back, staring at the dark sky.Compared to Coppersville, the economy and development here were certainly not worth mentioning. But the air here was clean. In Coppersville, looking up only showed endless skyscrapers—even the moonlight seemed hazy. Here, though, the moon shone bright and clear.After staring for a long time, Hendrix finally stood up and slowly walked toward the house across from him. What he didn't know was that while he was talking to Irene, someone had been secretly standing behind the door the whole time.Noelle had heard every word of their conversation. She didn't say anything, but her cheeks were cold, al
The banquet continued.Once the crowd confirmed the man before them was indeed Hendrix, they swarmed him with questions and concern."Where have you been all this time?""Why was there no news of you at all?""I knew those reporters were unreliable! But it's such a relief you're safe.""What are your plans now, Mr. Freeman?"In reality, Amity Group's current situation wasn't optimistic. But some people were simply born with a presence—no matter what circumstances they were in or what challenges they faced, they remained composed. And in doing so, they inspired confidence in everyone around them.Dylan stood there, watching him coldly. Then, something occurred to him. He turned away and dialed a number."When did Hendrix return? And did he come back alone?"If Hendrix was back, what about Noelle? Something about Hendrix's demeanor felt off to Dylan. Before his disappearance, Hendrix had been outright hostile toward him. Yet tonight, he'd greeted him willingly, and he hadn't men
Anton was the first to frown. At first, he thought someone had come to cause trouble.He was about to signal his bodyguards to check on the situation when he saw someone walking straight toward him.The man was dressed in a black suit with a white dress shirt underneath. There seemed to be an injury on his arm, so his jacket was draped over his jacket instead.His hair was neatly combed back, revealing a strikingly handsome and chiseled face. His perfect features and commanding presence instantly overshadowed everything else in the banquet.And along with the fading colors of the scene, Dylan's face also paled. Everyone else was shocked, but he was the only one who was truly panicked.What was going on? Hendrix was still alive? No, that was impossible. If he were still alive, why hadn't the people Dylan sent out reported back at all?No, that didn't make sense. If Hendrix had really been alive all this time, how could he have remained completely silent while Dylan made all those
Night fell, and the city lights flickered to life.The banquet was being held at Anton's private vineyard. By the time Dylan arrived, it was already in full swing.The front courtyard was packed with luxury cars, and the moment he stepped into the hall, the crisp scent of champagne hit him.The room was filled with men and women in lavish attire, a scene of pure indulgence and decadence."Mr. Pritchett, you made it!"A year ago, Dylan would've been ignored at an event like this. But now, the second he appeared, someone was already slinging an arm around his shoulders, striking up a conversation."These spineless hypocrites," thought Dylan with disdain. But on the surface, he effortlessly slipped into a practiced smile as he exchanged pleasantries with the other guests, making his way toward Anton."Good evening, Mr. Sherman."Anton turned at the sound of his voice, eyes skimming over Dylan before recognition flickered. "Oh, it's you, Mr. Pritchett."A few older men stood aroun
After a pause, Leah suddenly realized something. "Right. If it had really been Noelle, you wouldn't have hurt her to the point of needing to go to the hospital."Dylan didn't respond. Clearly, he wasn't interested in what she had to say."But that makes it even worse! If it wasn't here, why cause such trouble? If this gets out, do you know how people will ta—"Dylan cut her off impatiently, "So, you dragged me here just to say all this?"His tone made Leah freeze. After a moment, she stammered, "I-I'm just worried about you. You've worked so hard to get to where you are, and if the others used this to bring you down, then—""You're overthinking it," Dylan interrupted her again with a cold smirk. "No one would dare to make a fuss over something this small. What you're really upset about is that I refused to go on the blind dates you've arranged for me, isn't it?"Leah fell silent. Seeing her stunned expression, Dylan knew he'd guessed right."Sorry, but I won't be meeting those w
A family of scholars—that was how people described Dylan's family.Dylan had grown up hearing such words. Because of this reputation, he had been raised with strict self-discipline, honesty, and grace.At one point, he had even taken pride in his family. Even though he carried a lot of pressure, he still believed it was worth it. After all, from childhood, he had enjoyed privileges others didn't.Until the day he discovered his father's and grandfather's dealings. Only then did he realize it was all a facade for outsiders. Beneath that refined, respectable exterior lay something utterly rotten.Of course, he couldn't accept it. He had even had a big fight with his family over it—and was slapped for it. Then, they called him rigid and stupid.But they were the ones who had taught him to be upright and honest in the first place. If they thought those values were outdated and foolish, then what was the point of teaching him all that?Later, they not only silenced his desire to expos
The force was so brutal that it felt like the woman's scalp was being ripped off.The woman let out a sharp scream."What are you screaming for?" Dylan frowned with annoyance.The icy glare he fixed on her sent a jolt through her. She immediately swallowed whatever words she had been about to say."Mr. Pritchett, I was wrong," she said, holding back the pain. "I'm sorry.""What are you sorry for?""I-I don't know. But it's my fault for upsetting you," she admitted without hesitation.Dylan studied her for a long moment before suddenly smiling. "You're quick to learn."Hearing the praise, the woman immediately brightened, her face twisting into an eager, sycophantic grin."But she would never smile at me like that."As soon as the words left Dylan's lips, the woman's smile faltered. At the same time, every trace of expression vanished from Dylan's face. His eyes were dark and bloodthirsty.Only then did the woman realize something was terribly wrong. She immediately tried to
The last time Dylan saw Noelle was at the Swift family residence. She had tried to threaten him with a phone recording, and of course, Dylan wasn't going to let her have her way. He had every intention to talk things out with her properly. But unfortunately, Noelle wouldn't listen.During the struggle over the phone, she fell down the stairs. By the time the Swift family found her, blood had already pooled on the ground. But they didn't call the police. Instead, they helped Dylan load Noelle into a car.Dylan had planned to hide her away somewhere. In fact, he had already arranged everything in advance. Even if Noelle hadn't been unconscious, he would have taken her away that night.Once in the car, he transferred her to another vehicle in a spot out of the surveillance cameras' view. That car's destination was Leah's hometown. There, he had already arranged for someone to take care of Noelle.He had everything perfectly planned, and by the time Hendrix returned to Coppersville, it
"Of course, if you ever get tired of the city and want to come back for a visit, I'll keep that room ready for you," Irene said.With that, she stood up.Hendrix watched her leave and quietly said, "Thank you."Irene paused in her tracks for just a second but didn't say anything else.She was gone, yet Hendrix remained seated, unmoving. He tilted his head back, staring at the dark sky.Compared to Coppersville, the economy and development here were certainly not worth mentioning. But the air here was clean. In Coppersville, looking up only showed endless skyscrapers—even the moonlight seemed hazy. Here, though, the moon shone bright and clear.After staring for a long time, Hendrix finally stood up and slowly walked toward the house across from him. What he didn't know was that while he was talking to Irene, someone had been secretly standing behind the door the whole time.Noelle had heard every word of their conversation. She didn't say anything, but her cheeks were cold, al
Irene had never been well-liked in the village. The other women claimed she'd brought misfortune to her husband, and in her younger days, they accused her of seducing their husbands.After earning her reputation as a shrew, no one would even speak to her.Truthfully, she held no attachment to this village. She had stayed at first to wait for her husband and later to wait for Nelly.But after that, none of it mattered anymore. Yet tonight, for the first time, she found someone to tell these things to.Hendrix sat quietly and listened. He'd never been good at comforting people, so after a long silence, he finally said, "When I thanked you earlier, it wasn't just for saving Noelle. It was also because you gave her things she's always wanted."Irene looked at him, puzzled.Even with her limited understanding of the outside world, she could tell Hendrix was wealthy. Which meant that everything he gave Noelle must have been the best. And what could she possibly offer Noelle?"When s