Noelle knew what Hendrix meant by that look. It was a look of warning and disdain. She also knew that Hendrix had a heart of stone under all that humbleness and gentleness.
She lowered her eyes. Her gaze landed on the papers that Hendrix had torn up and thrown away earlier.
It had taken her all of her courage to hand him the agreement, but he didn't even bother to look at it. It was because he didn't care.
He didn't care how he felt, so he wouldn't care about whatever decision she'd made.
…
Noelle did not see Hendrix again for the next few days. She only heard from him recently at a public meeting, where he had made an appearance.
In the photograph, Hendrix was wearing a dark suit. His handsome features were as flawless as ever, complemented by the slight smile curving his lips.
It was only then that Noelle found out that he was in Doville City.
She clicked out of the news article without reading the rest of it. Then, she saw a post on Twitter asking about new updates on her co
