Noelle couldn't remember the last time she had been outside with the sun rays touching her skin. It wasn't until she saw the Christmas decorations and felt the festive atmosphere on the streets that she realized the end of the year was approaching.So, it had already been over a month since Seline passed away.Noelle stared out of the window for a while before slowly closing her eyes.The Swift residence was eerily quiet.Noelle had been here a few times before. Sometimes, when Seline brought Rosie over to play, she would come to pick her up. More often than not, as soon as she reached the door, she could already hear Rosie's cheerful chatter coming from the inside.Marla would watch Rosie with pure affection, then urge Seline to hurry up and get married. Seline would always push back defiantly, and Marla would scold her, but there was never any real anger in her tone.Noelle knew Marla loved Seline deeply, so when Seline later insisted she didn't want to get married, Marla simpl
Clearly, Marshall was equally worried about Marla's condition. Thus, he quickly turned to Hendrix and asked, "What does Noelle want to say to my wife?"Hendrix shook his head. "I have no idea."None of them knew the answer, so they could only wait quietly outside.Hendrix had imagined countless possible mishaps. He had even prepared himself to rush in immediately if something happened without a second thought of where he was.But to his surprise, nothing happened. He couldn't hear any sound coming from inside the room, as if Noelle and Marla were having a calm, peaceful conversation. Yet, the calmer it was, the deeper his frown became.He assumed it was just the calm before the storm and that the real storm would quickly come. But it didn't.Noelle soon emerged from the room.Hendrix wasn't sure if it was his imagination, but Noelle's demeanor seemed lighter, as if she had shed a heavy burden.When she saw Marshall, she even smiled and said, "Thank you for letting me meet Mrs.
Hendrix had been staring at her. It wasn't until Noelle's words reached him that he snapped out of it and looked at her."Hadn't you always wanted to get her something?" Noelle asked. "Well, now's your chance.""Would she want it?" Hendrix asked instead.Noelle hesitated, then nodded. "I think so. Rosie's a simple child. She can tell who treats her well and who doesn't. She's not the type who holds grudges easily, so as long as you treat her well from the bottom of your heart, she'll accept you in no time."Then, she looked at him and asked, "You do love her, don't you?"Hendrix was clearly not used to expressing himself in such a straightforward manner. So, when Noelle finished speaking, he paused for a moment before slowly, yet solemnly, nodding.Noelle smiled and said, "Then, she'll feel it.""So, what should I buy?" Hendrix asked.In the end, following Noelle's suggestion, Hendrix bought Rosie a brand-new set of paintbrushes and a collection of comic books.When they arriv
The Christmas decorations on the street looked even more striking at night. But to Noelle, the festive and joyous red color looked more like blood.Hendrix went straight to his study once they had returned to Roselle Court. He had been sleeping there for a while now.Occasionally, when Noelle woke up, she would find him sitting by her bedside, never crossing any boundaries.And tonight was no different.After showering, Noelle should have gone straight to bed. But instead, she suddenly went downstairs to pour herself a glass of water.The light in Hendrix's study was still on. He was on the phone while typing on his keyboard, speaking quickly and decisively. When he heard footsteps, his head immediately snapped up.He hadn't fully switched out of work mode, so his gaze was still sharp and intense. But the moment he realized it was Noelle, his expression softened, and his eyes slowly drifted over to her. Even though the heater was turned on, he found her outfit to be a little too
Noelle quickly wrapped her arms around Hendrix's neck. She had done this countless times before. But perhaps it had been too long since she had done this because the moment itself, along with what was about to happen, suddenly made her a little nervous. Her fingers instinctively tightened.Hendrix laid her down on the bed. Noelle's eyes were already closed, but after a long while, what she had anticipated still hadn't happened. Confused, she opened her eyes.Hendrix was pulling the blanket over her. This action stunned her. She looked at him with eyes filled with confusion.He smiled faintly before kissing her lightly on the forehead."Go to sleep," he said. "I'll stay here with you."Noelle pressed her lips together. This wasn't what she meant. She could tell he wanted to do it, too—that much was obvious. Even the way he looked at her made that clear.And yet, he did nothing. He simply gazed at her in silence.She couldn't help but ask, "Don't you want to do it?"Hendrix pause
Hendrix thought that everything would get better. From now on, they would live happily ever after. No one and nothing could disturb them anymore.…Noelle woke up in the early hours of the morning. Even though she had been staying in this room for a while now, every time she woke up, it still felt unfamiliar and disorienting.This place was a constant reminder that she wasn't in Stormridge anymore. Which meant that everything that happened in Halbort wasn't just a terrible dream—it was real.But this time, she wasn't waking up alone. As soon as she turned her head, she saw Hendrix lying beside her. His arm was draped over her waist, and his face was buried in the crook of her neck. His warm breath brushed against her skin, sending a faint shiver through her.Noelle didn't move away. She simply lay there, quietly watching him. But even in sleep, he remained utterly vigilant. She had barely looked at him for more than a moment before his eyes suddenly snapped open.Their gazes lock
When Noelle woke up, it was already bright outside. She had assumed Hendrix had already gone to work, but when she turned over, she found him still beside her.He was propped up against the headboard, working on his laptop. The screen brightness was turned to its lowest, and the sound of his typing was barely audible.Hendrix quickly noticed she was awake."You're awake." He closed his laptop and smiled at her. "Are you tired? Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?"It was only after he asked that Noelle became aware of the soreness in her body. But pain was nothing new to her now, so she simply shook her head lightly. "I'm fine.""Are you hungry? I'll have someone bring you something to eat," Hendrix said, getting out of bed.Noelle suddenly asked him, "Don't you have to go to work today?""Nope.""Actually… you don't have to stay here with me all the time. I'm already better. Besides, is it really okay for a boss to skip work so often?"Hendrix chuckled at her words. Then, he r
However, Hendrix didn't seem particularly moved. He just sat there, watching her. His gaze was so intense that Noelle almost wondered if he had seen through her.But the next moment, he simply said, "Alright. I'll go get them for you. When do you need them?""The sooner, the better. You're free these two days anyway, aren't you?"Hendrix didn't respond."Will you go this afternoon?" Noelle pressed.Hendrix suddenly smiled. Then, he reached out and took her hand. His grip was unexpectedly forceful, to the point where Noelle's bones began to ache.She couldn't help but frown. "You're hurting me.""Sorry about that," Hendrix finally said, but he sounded absentminded and didn't seem apologetic at all.Noelle wanted to say more, but he continued, "I'll have someone book the ticket then. It shouldn't take long—I'll be back by tonight."Noelle paused, then nodded."Is there anything else you need besides the laptop and sketches?" Hendrix asked."No, that's all.""Alright. I'll vid
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