Noelle and Clark's negotiation went smoothly. In fact, they went ahead with their second dance instead of leaving the dance floor even when the first song had ended."I don't think I've got your name yet," Clark couldn't resist asking her.Raising an eyebrow, she replied, "It's a masquerade ball. I don't see a need for us to exchange names.""But you already know who I am. Isn't that a little unfair for me?""There are plenty of people who are aware of your identity here. There's nothing I can do about it when you're so famous." There was a tinge of resignation in her tone.However, Clark didn't appear the slightest bit angry. Instead, he simply asked, "Does that mean that I won't get the chance to take you out for a meal after tonight?""Oh, you can still take me out." Noelle nodded earnestly as she continued, "When the time comes, you can bring your father along, and I'll come with Mr. Quinlan. Wouldn't it be nice if we had a meal together?""So, it turns out you're Brandon's
Only then did Noelle realize that something was amiss. She slowly drew back her foot, which was just about to give Hendrix another kick in the crotch.His gaze was piercingly cold, even with the mask in place. It felt as if he couldn't wait to tear her apart piece by piece.Noelle met his gaze for a long while. In the end, she still broke the silence as she spoke up, "Why… Why did you bring me here?""What's the matter? Are you upset that I've ruined your plans?" He sneered.Hendrix's face grew stormier as his grip around her chin became tighter. It was clear that he was holding a grudge because she'd rejected his dance invitation earlier. The kick she'd just given him only added fuel to the fire.Right now, his grip was so strong that it felt as if he was about to crush her bones.Noelle couldn't help but furrow her brows in pain. She was just about to push his hand away when Hendrix pinned her hands down. Then, he pushed his knee up and got right between her legs."You're cert
"What are you doing?" Noelle froze for a moment before she began struggling to break free from Hendrix's grasp. "Let me go! I said, let go of me!"Her legs thrashed around incessantly, and she even knocked off one of her high heels in the struggle.However, the hotel's corridor was carpeted. Not a single sound was heard when her heels dropped to the ground.Hendrix let Noelle down when they were in the elevator before trapping her in the corner. She was just about to leave when he grabbed her by the chin and pulled her into a kiss.But Hendrix didn't give her the chance to hesitate, let alone struggle. He pried her mouth open roughly with his tongue the moment his lips met hers.His relentless advance instantly left Noelle feeling suffocated. She couldn't even push him away when he'd pinned both of her hands down. Thrusting his knee up, it quickly found its way between her dress.He was clearly more familiar with her body than anyone else could ever be. But his rough-like actions
Noelle's tears started to fall uncontrollably."Jerk," she muttered through clenched teeth, her voice trembling.Hendrix, who had been ready to bite her neck just moments ago, froze when he heard her words. Then, he lifted his gaze.Noelle's lipstick was smudged, her eyeliner smeared from the tears that rolled down her cheeks, and her hair was a mess. She looked utterly disheveled.Yet, Hendrix's heart skipped a beat when he saw the tears glistening on her lashes.His movements slowed. Instead of continuing, he cupped the back of her head gently and kissed her.This kiss was much softer and tender. Noelle didn't resist the way she had earlier.In reality, Hendrix couldn't bear to see her in pain, either. But now, as her resistance eased, Hendrix found himself regaining his composure.Just as he was about to speak, hoping to reason with her, Noelle suddenly bit down hard on his lip.…"Mr. Freeman."It had been a day, yet Dan still couldn't stop glancing at Hendrix's lips whe
Night had fallen. The city outside was aglow, a kaleidoscope of neon lights merging with the red sea of taillights from rush-hour traffic. Together, they formed the quintessential scene of a bustling city.Amity Tower was located in the heart of the city. Its massive floor-to-ceiling windows made the view outside look like a framed picture.Hendrix stood before the window, staring outside blankly. He fiddled with a lighter in his hands, flicking it on and off.His memories of his father, Gerald Freeman, were fragmented, almost nonexistent. When he thought back now, all he could recall was the stern face of a man who held him to high standards. And later, the image of a frail, bedridden man who could no longer care for himself.Hendrix had been just 12 years old when Gerald passed.There hadn't been much of a bond between them, but at least, he seemed like an ordinary father in his memories. Hendrix felt that his parents had a loving relationship. Otherwise, why would she have re
As a powerful man, Hendrix was no stranger to temptation.However, the woman standing in front of him was the crudest kind.He didn't even spare her a glance. Instead, he pulled out his phone and called Noelle.The line connected, but no one answered. His expression darkened.The woman, still lingering behind him, felt the sting of being ignored. But her gaze kept flicking to his car parked outside and the clearly expensive clothes he wore. Summoning her courage, she stepped closer."What's your relationship with Noelle? Are you friends?" she asked with a coy smile."She's probably too busy to answer, you know. At this hour, she's probably on a date with some guy," she added, her voice laced with faux concern. "Let me tell you. She's not as innocent as she seems. Behind closed doors, she's pretty wild. Just this morning, I saw—"Before she could finish, Hendrix's cold, piercing gaze snapped to her. His look was sharp enough to feel like a physical chokehold, cutting off her word
Hendrix glanced at the screen of her phone before asking, "Where were you?"Noelle pressed her lips together. "Who gave you the right to change my lock?""Answer my question!" Hendrix demanded with a stormy expression. Noelle had every intention of arguing with him, but after locking eyes with him for a few tense moments, she finally relented. "The hospital."Hendrix's expression shifted slightly as his eyes swept over her.Noelle didn't notice his gaze. She continued, "They told me this afternoon that my mom woke up, but by the time I got there, she'd fallen asleep again. I stayed, hoping she might wake up again."Her voice was soft, laced with quiet sadness.The icy edge in Hendrix's face melted slightly, but his frown returned just as quickly. "Then, why didn't you answer your phone?""It was on silent. I didn't see it," Noelle replied, her tone flat. "Can I go inside now?"Hendrix stepped aside without a word, giving her space to pass.Noelle bent down to change her shoe
When Hendrix set his fork down, Noelle followed suit."You can leave now," she said bluntly, not bothering to hide her irritation.Hendrix glanced around the small apartment before asking, "Why don't you stay at Percy Gardens?""Because it's not my place," Noelle replied curtly.Hendrix studied her for a moment, then said, "I could sign the property over to you.""No need. I like it here just fine."Her answer left Hendrix momentarily speechless, though his brows furrowed in obvious displeasure."Is there something else you want?" Noelle pressed. Instead of answering, Hendrix stood and said, "Get me a clean towel."Before she could react, he headed toward the bathroom."What are you doing? This is my house!" Noelle exclaimed, rushing to block his way."Percy Gardens is mine, and you've showered and stayed there before," Hendrix shot back.Noelle didn't know what else to say. By then, Hendrix had already opened the bathroom door. His expression tightened at the sight.H
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