Noelle saw Hendrix again two months later. It was at an auction Brandon had brought her to.At the time, she was in the backyard, and standing before her was Clark, whom she hadn't seen in months, either. Compared to their last meeting, he seemed much more dejected. His face had clearly grown thinner, but when he faced her, he still managed to force a smile."It's been a while, Noelle."Inwardly, she cursed Brandon several times for bringing her there, but on the surface, she maintained her polite smile. "Yes, it has," she said. "How have you been these days?" Clark asked."Pretty good.""Haven't you and Mr. Freeman reconciled?"The moment he said that, memories of that humiliating night in the car came flooding back to Noelle's mind. Her hands at her sides clenched slightly before she finally replied, "No."Clark fell silent.Noelle, however, couldn't bear the quiet tension hanging in the air. So, she said directly, "Please excuse me."As soon as she spoke, she started to
Clark froze in place, and the woman quickly pointed a finger at Noelle.She reprimanded, "You're doing all this for this worthless woman, huh? Do you know why Hendrix divorced her in the first place? It's because she slept around! "She was in her teens when she got involved with that adoptive father of hers. Now, you're messing around with her. Aren't you afraid of getting sick?"At this point, nearly everyone in the front hall had gathered around.The woman's words were spoken quickly, her piercing voice reaching the ears of everyone present.Noelle stood frozen, unable to move. Even the words she had been preparing to say disappeared.Clark's expression shifted, and slowly, he turned to look at Noelle. His shocked gaze, combined with the sudden eruption of voices from the crowd, felt like a tidal wave crashing over her, completely drowning her.She had thought she wouldn't care about this. After all, months ago, she had revealed this dark past of hers in front of so many pe
"Sandy! You…"As the car was about to start, someone rushed over, seemingly trying to remind Sandra of something. But Sandra quickly shook her head and said, "Noelle is my sister. I can't leave her behind. Don't worry. I'm fine."At that moment, her gentle and considerate demeanor seemed angelic to any onlookers. After finishing her words, Sandra swiftly rolled up the car window. Soon, only the two of them and the driver remained in the car. Sandra had originally planned to continue the act, but in the next moment, Noelle questioned, "Were you the one who told her?"By now, Noelle's rationality had slowly come back. With her head lowered, she kept her voice as calm as she could manage, though it still trembled slightly.Sandra looked at her for a moment and then smiled. "Yes."Noelle lifted her eyes."I put in quite a bit of effort for today's performance." Sandra winked and continued, "But Noelle, it's your own fault for being too naive. How could you trust a man like Clar
"You're talking nonsense!" Sandra blurted angrily. "Stop trying to drive a wedge between Hendrix and me. I know you're jealous, but—""It's true Beatrice asked Hendrix to marry me in the first place. But the problem is, he didn't stand his ground, either. Maybe, to him, it's all the same who he marries. More importantly, if Hendrix likes you, do you really think he'll let you get engaged to Maxwell?"Oh, Sandra, you shouldn't underestimate how possessive a man can be. All this just means he doesn't like you as much as you think. Besides, I'm no longer with him, which makes everything you're doing now even more pointless," said Noelle in one breath.Sandra's expression darkened. She just sat there, with her chest heaving violently, staring daggers at Noelle.Noelle didn't bother to say anything more. Instead, she ordered the driver in front to stop the car. The driver didn't answer. Nonetheless, the car slowly came to a stop."So what if what you're saying is true? You've already b
"It was me who arranged for you to meet Clark," Brandon finally admitted. "But I had no idea Sandra would show up out of nowhere, let alone… say those things. Noelle, you're my friend, no matter what. I haven't sunk so low as to scheme against you like that."Noelle said nothing. Instead, she slowly lowered her gaze, as if she were weighing the truth behind his words."Regardless, tonight was an oversight on my part," continued Branndon. "And I'd like to formally apologize to you. From now on—""That won't be necessary," Noelle interrupted. "I don't think there's any need for us to meet again in the future.""What do you mean?" Brandon's voice tightened. "You still don't believe me, do you?"Noelle smiled faintly. "I'm going to head up now. Goodbye, Mr. Quinlan."Without waiting for a reply, she started making her way home. But Brandon suddenly gripped her wrist just as she was walking past him."Let's get married."The suddenness of his proposal made Noelle jolt. She slowly tu
This was Yvonne's first visit to Freeman Manor. She had thoughtfully prepared gifts for both Ophelia and Beatrice, and it was clear from their reactions that they really welcomed her. For the first time in months, there was finally a stir of liveliness in the once-quiet manor.Hendrix was actually quite surprised by Beatrice's reactions. After all, he had always assumed she adored Noelle, that her loyalty to Gerald's wish was unshakeable.It was only at that moment that Hendrix realized something he hadn't before—Beatrice simply didn't like Sandra. It was just as she had once said to him, "You can be with anyone but Sandra."The same smile Beatrice had once offered to Noelle now found its way to Yvonne.During dinner, Ophelia suddenly brought up the previous night's auction. "I heard there was quite a commotion at the auction last night."Hendrix's hand paused mid-motion. Yvonne glanced at him first before replying with a smile, "Yes, Mrs. Freeman Senior. How did you know?""Ho
Hendrix was in no hurry to go back to dinner after finishing his call. Instead, he hung back in the yard to have a smoke. As the minty taste of the cigarette slowly filled his mouth, so did his emotions gradually subside.Suddenly, his phone rang just when he was about to finish smoking. He immediately declined the call after taking a glance at the caller ID. But the other party called again not even one second later. Hendrix frowned, and after hesitating for two seconds, he finally gave in and accepted the call."Hendrix, did you purposely let Brandon win the bidding for the Extensa Project?" asked Maxwell, his voice tight."Yeah," answered Hendrix softly.Maxwell suddenly laughed. "My! You really are quite generous, aren't you? It's not every day I hear about someone handing over such a big project to their business competitor. Are you really that eager to help Brandon climb the ranks?""Are you done?" asked Hendrix impatiently. "Because if you are, I'm going to hang up now.""
"And since she doesn't exist, you might as well marry a woman who can help you with your career," argued Beatrice, all logic.Hendrix was familiar with this side of her. After all, he wouldn't be where he was now if she hadn't brought him up that way.After staring intently at her for a while, he finally asked, "Why must I get married?"His question stumped Beatrice.Hendrix chuckled softly. "It's true I don't have anyone I like right now, but that doesn't mean I'll be willing to use my marriage as a barter. So, no. I'm not going to marry Yvonne, nor will I have any other relationship with her once the collaboration between our companies ends."He was about to walk away when Beatrice asked, "But haven't you done it once already? What does it matter if you do it again? Or could it be the reason you were willing to do it the first time was because the woman you were marrying was Noelle?"Her last question made Hendrix stop in his tracks. He looked over his shoulder and questioned,
Noelle had no choice but to say, "I forgot. I just remember having a few meals with him.""So, it was a man?" Hendrix asked.Noelle nodded.Hendrix stared at her for a moment, then let out a cold laugh. "Then, he wasn't really paying attention to you. He didn't even remember you played an ordinary housemaid in that performance. You didn't even have a single line."After he said that, Noelle suddenly laughed.That small, sudden laugh made Hendrix frown deeply. Then, he realized something."See? You do remember!" Noelle said.Hendrix had no response. He probably hadn't expected that she would manage to trick him like that."So, you loved me back then, didn't you?" Noelle asked."No," Hendrix answered just as quickly.Noelle didn't press further. She just gave a soft "oh", then lowered her eyes. "I'm already like this—I even almost died. Even if it's a lie, you still can't bring yourself to say you love me?"As she spoke, her voice dropped a little, and she looked as if she wer
"No, not him," Noelle replied, but then, she seemed to think of something. "How is he now?""He's dead," Hendrix answered irritably, then asked, "So, who was it?"But Noelle was stunned by his previous answer."Noelle," Hendrix's voice came again, darker now. "I'm asking you—who was it? How many exes do you have exactly?""What do you mean, how many exes?" Noelle frowned as well. "He's just someone I know. Besides, how are you so sure it was a man?""Wasn't it?"Noelle paused, then said, "Tell me what happened to Dylan first.""Why are you still worried about that psycho? Tell me first—who else was watching you back then?""Are you out of your mind? I was on stage. There were tons of people watching me. Are you going to track them all down?"After she said that, Hendrix suddenly fell silent. Maybe he realized she had a point, or maybe he was too angry to speak.Noelle didn't speak again, either. She figured that if Hendrix had been able to say so casually that Dylan was dead,
The moment Hendrix fixed his eyes on Noelle, she suddenly found herself at a loss for words. As their eyes met, even the tips of her ears began to flush red without her realizing it."Why are you looking at me like that?" Noelle couldn't help but ask."So, have you remembered everything?" Hendrix asked instead. "Everything about us?""No," Noelle replied, turning her head away. "My head hurts. Didn't you say you were going to get the doctor? You can go—"But before she could finish, Hendrix suddenly grabbed her hand. His grip wasn't strong, but the way his fingers gently moved across hers felt like an intimate caress.Noelle couldn't help but tremble, and she instinctively tried to pull her hand back.But then Hendrix suddenly said, "Actually, even before we got married, I'd seen you many times."Noelle hadn't expected him to bring this up. She froze for a second. Then, she quickly said, "I know. Back then at college—""Not just at college. After I graduated, I went to see you,
"Who are you?"That was the first thing Noelle said when she opened her eyes.Hendrix had still been basking in the relief of her waking up, but the moment he heard those words, the expression on his face vanished completely."What did you say?" he asked, his voice slightly strained.Noelle didn't answer. She simply stared at him, confusion clear in her eyes.Hendrix clenched his fists tightly. Maybe it was because he had gone through something like this before that he was able to calm himself down quickly this time."I'm your husband. My name is Hendrix Freeman. Do you still remember your own name?" he asked."Husband?" Noelle frowned slightly. "As in—we're married?""Yes. And we have a daughter. Her name is Rosie. She's three years old. This is her picture."As he spoke, Hendrix started to pull up a photo on his phone.But Noelle quickly asked, "Then why don't I remember you?""You were injured. But don't worry. I'll get the doctor to take a look at you."As Hendrix moved
Dylan had been wrong all along.Money and power—none of that had ever been what he was truly meant to chase. Because no one could stay at the center of power forever, and no one could possess those things for all time. What he should have been chasing was just that one light. That one light that would stay on for him late into the night. But now, he knew it was all too late.As he closed his eyes, Dylan suddenly thought of his mother, Leah. He remembered how, as a child, he had longed for a new set of paintbrushes. He had asked his parents for them many times. He even wanted to use his own Christmas money to buy them. But they refused.They believed it was wasteful. It didn't align with the frugal and disciplined lifestyle they lived by. So in the end, Dylan stole the set of paintbrushes from the stationery store.Because he came from a prestigious scholarly family and always kept a refined, gentlemanly image in public, the store owner never suspected a thing.But his parents fo
"Are you crazy? Noelle, let go of the wheel!" Dylan struggled to regain control of the car, but Noelle held onto the steering wheel tightly, refusing to let go.The car didn't slow down. On the contrary, it raced forward at an even faster pace.How long did this go on? Maybe it lasted only dozens of seconds. But for Dylan, it felt like the blink of an eye. Because the next moment, he saw the oncoming car.That car was speeding as well.Dylan didn't even have time to grab his gun. Just as he was about to slam on the brakes, the two cars collided at high speed. There was a deafening crash as the cars were thrown into the air, then slammed back down.Dylan's eyes widened. But in that instant, his first instinct was to turn and look at Noelle. Her eyes were already closed. She looked as if she had been prepared to face death all along. She must have known what he intended to do, and she also knew he didn't actually want to die.The only reason he took her away was so he could use her
Erwin was just about to repeat his question when a voice came from behind."Excuse me, but I think I know where your wife is."Hendrix spun around immediately.Standing behind them was a woman with long hair and big eyes. "I saw her just now in the backyard. Someone was taking her away. If I'm not mistaken, I think it was Mr. Pritchett from Morphy Fund?"At the mention of Dylan, Hendrix's expression turned dark as thunder. He charged up to the woman. "Where did they go?""I'm not sure. But I did take down his license plate number. Do you need it?""Where is it?" Hendrix barked.The woman held out her hand. "I'll give it to you for 1,000 dollars."Hendrix didn't carry cash with him. But he shoved his bank card into her hand without hesitation. "The license plate number!"The woman looked at the card, a little dissatisfied. But considering Hendrix's status, she figured he likely wouldn't care about such a small amount of money. Thus, in the end, she still showed Hendrix the phot
"Erwin!"The voice came just as Erwin stood on the terrace, smoking a cigarette in frustration.Although they had technically won the battle and he had earned a great deal from it, he felt, strangely enough, not the slightest trace of satisfaction. Maybe it was because Hendrix had forced him into the game. Or maybe, by now, winning and losing simply didn't stir anything in him anymore.At the beginning, Erwin had been somewhat excited. He had thought Dylan would be a difficult opponent—someone who could cause serious trouble, maybe even defeat them entirely. That would have been interesting. But instead, everything had gone far too smoothly. There had been no twists and no turns. Just a clean finish. It was boring, to say the least.And the current victory party? Equally so.Hendrix had insisted Noelle attend the party, saying she had flawlessly completed her part of the plan and that this victory was also hers. So, the party had turned out very wholesome, or rather, dull.Erwi
Erwin still showed signs of dissatisfaction. It seemed he was saying something, but Noelle could no longer hear him. She didn't look back either, instead turning her gaze to the other people at the party.The loud music continued, and the excitement and energy of the crowd remained high. But Noelle knew that this wasn't the usual celebration. This, in fact, was just Hendrix's way of making her adapt and accept the situation.Though she had known this for some time, the realization still made Noelle uncomfortable. Then, she suddenly remembered something Dylan had told her a few days ago about her past with Hendrix.Even though she knew Dylan's words weren't necessarily true, that didn't mean everything he said was a lie. How much of the past he mentioned was real, and how much was false?Noelle actually thought her life was fine now. She was willing to accept her past choices and believed in Hendrix's feelings for her. At least, this was what she thought sometimes.But at other tim