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,
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