After Hendrix finished speaking, Noelle remained silent for a long time. Her lips were pressed together, and her expression made it seem like she was almost indifferent to his words.After waiting for a while, Hendrix reached out and pinched her cheek again. "Did you fall asleep?"Noelle couldn't help but frown at his question, but she didn't argue with him. Instead, she asked, "Did Jean really die from an infectious disease?"Hendrix was caught off guard by her question. But then, he quickly smiled and said, "Who knows? At least, that's what Dylan told everyone."Noelle fell silent again, her gaze dropping.After a moment, she suddenly remembered something. "Back then, was it you or Dylan who reported Mr. Fisher?"Hendrix went quiet at her question. His hand, which had been resting on her cheek, slowly moved to play with the hair by her ear. His touch was light, almost ticklish.Noelle couldn't help but squirm slightly. Hendrix smiled and suddenly leaned down to kiss her cheek.
Hendrix didn't say anything more. He simply held Noelle quietly in his arms.That night, he didn't do anything else to her. Yet, he felt closer to her than ever before.…Noelle saw Marla and Marshall again sometime in April.Knowing they didn't want to see her, she made sure to choose a day when she was sure they wouldn't be visiting Seline's grave to drop by. She brought Rosie along with her.By now, Rosie had been attending kindergarten for a month and had adapted well there.But even until now, she still didn't fully understand what death meant. When she saw Seline's photo on the tombstone, she looked confused. It was as if she couldn't comprehend why the person who used to play with her and buy her gifts and dresses was now lying inside that stone.Noelle placed the flowers in front of Seline's tombstone. She had prepared some words to say to Seline. To avoid forgetting, she had even written them all down in a memo and spent days revising it.But now, regardless of how fa
Noelle stood still, her eyes filled with surprise and confusion as she looked at Marla. It seemed she didn't fully understand the meaning behind Marla's words.After a moment of eye contact, Marla looked away. "What Beatrice said last time was right. Seline's death really wasn't your fault. We're sorry for taking our anger out on you before. I hope you can forgive me."After all, Seline was my only daughter. I raised her with so much care, and now, she's just gone like this. Before she died, she didn't even have a chance to leave me a single word. I just can't accept it."Marla had intended to speak calmly to Noelle, but now, she couldn't hold back her emotions.Noelle's eyes quickly reddened. She bit her lip slowly, and after a moment, she finally found her voice. "I'm sorry. I'm really, really sorry," she said with a slight bow. "And I've always wanted to thank you and to thank Seline for saving Rosie. I know I can't repay or make up for it. No matter what I do, Seline's not co
"I want to take these back to Roselle Court and repot them. Is that okay?" Noelle asked clearly.As she spoke, her eyes remained locked on Hendrix's. She was sincerely seeking his opinion.Hendrix paused. After a moment, he replied, "Sure.""Alright. Then, let's move back in a few days. Rosie will come with us, too. After all, it must be hard for your mother to take care of her all this while, so let's not trouble her anymore," Noelle spoke earnestly. But this time, Hendrix didn't respond. Instead, he just looked at her intently."Why are you looking at me like that?" Noelle asked, puzzled.Finally, Hendrix asked the question that had been on his mind, "Where did you go today?"Noelle's expression stiffened for a moment, which immediately made Hendrix frown."You already know, don't you?" she quickly asked.Hendrix remained silent."I went to the cemetery, and I happened to run into Mr. and Mrs. Swift there," Noelle said softly. "We had a talk.""About what?" Hendrix's voic
"Noelle."When the voice came from behind, Noelle paused and turned around to see a woman walking up to her.The woman was wearing a loose dress, and her face had filled out compared to before."It really is you! I thought I had mistaken someone else for you," the woman said with a smile.But Noelle had never been close to her, so she simply said calmly, "Ms. Upton, it's been a while.""Yes, indeed." As she spoke, Ruth swept her gaze over Noelle. "I heard you were back, but I haven't seen you at any events. So, I thought it was just a rumor."Noelle didn't know how to respond, so she simply looked at her."So in the end, Hendrix still chose you, huh? Who would've thought? Back then, everyone assumed he was forced into marrying you, but I guess he actually developed feelings for you, after all.""Is there something you need, Ms. Upton?" Noelle had no interest in discussing the past, and they had no shared history to reminisce about, so she cut straight to the point.Ruth's voic
Adela added, "Besides, today's just a casual tea party. So let's not talk about such serious topics.""Then, can we schedule another time to meet?" Ruth quickly suggested, pulling out her phone. "Can I get your number, please?"Adela frowned, about to refuse, when someone else chimed in, "Hey, we're about to take a photo. What are you two whispering about? You there, you're too tall. You'll block the shot. Move to the back."The "you there" was, of course, referring to Ruth.Ruth felt her smile stiffen, but the others were already urging her, so she had no choice but to get up and move to the back.The group photo was quickly taken.Ruth soon realized that her face was mostly blocked by the person next to her, and her expression looked awkward in the picture. But of course, no one cared.Adela didn't even give her a chance to add her as a contact. As soon as the photo was taken, she left without a word. One by one, the others also filed out.All the words Ruth had carefully pre
Running into Ruth was the last thing Noelle expected. If Rosie hadn't suddenly spiked a fever at school, forcing her to rush over, she wouldn't have run into her at all.Because of Rosie's past health issues, Noelle was always on edge whenever she got sick. Thankfully, the doctor reassured her that it was just a common cold and nothing serious. Only then did Noelle finally relax.Then, almost immediately, she received a call from Ruth, inviting her out for a meal.Noelle frowned. After all, she and Ruth were hardly on terms where they could casually dine together.But Ruth seemed oblivious to the fact. She quickly added, "I was in the wrong before. I know that now. But it was all because I was deceived by Sandra. It wasn't only until later that I realized I really owed you an apology. So, I wanted to meet and formally apologize to you."Even though Ruth sounded sincere, Noelle couldn't help but smirk."That won't be necessary," she finally said. "I've been very busy lately.""It
Hendrix ignored Noelle's pointed gaze and simply took the thermometer from her."Hmm, you don't have a fever. It's probably just a mild cold."Despite saying that, Hendrix immediately turned around to call the doctor.Just then, a household staff came upstairs. "Mr. Freeman, there's a guest here to see you."Hendrix frowned and asked, "Who is it?""I don't know her, but she said she's a friend of Mrs. Freeman, and her last name is Upton."Hendrix turned to look at Noelle.Noelle immediately remembered. "Ruth Upton?""Who's that?" Hendrix asked.Noelle stared at him without answering. Her gaze made Hendrix's heart skip a beat. Then, he suddenly remembered—Ruth was Sandra's best friend.Those people had long faded from their lives, and Hendrix never expected them to resurface in this way.Hendrix quickly changed the subject. "What does she want with you?""I don't know.""Then, don't see her," Hendrix said, making the decision for her.He didn't want Noelle to recall the pa
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
Dylan didn't dare to stay there. He immediately drove back to his place.He wanted to take Noelle with him and leave. Even if she didn't have her passport, it didn't matter. After all, there were definitely people looking for him right now.But no matter what, he was going to protect her. Even if they had to roam the world, it didn't matter. As long as they were together, it was fine. Even if it was just a shabby house, as long as there was a light on, that would be their home.However, when Dylan returned to the apartment, he found Noelle nowhere in sight. Gone also were all her things. The desk and floor were spotless, as if nothing had ever existed there.Dylan remained standing where he was. It took him several minutes to finally process what he was seeing. Then, he couldn't help but laugh. It was as if he had just heard the biggest joke—he laughed so hard that his whole body shook.Of course, how could he have thought she would be waiting for him here? How could she possibly
"I'm damned for ever believing your words! Now, just die!" George didn't give Dylan another chance to speak. He pulled the trigger, aiming to shoot a bullet through Dylan's forehead.In that instant, Dylan finally understood. This time, Hendrix didn't intend to leave him alive.If the goal had only been to swallow up Morphy Fund and make Dylan lose everything, the matter would have ended there. However, it seemed that Hendrix must have said something to George, which led him to believe that Dylan and Hendrix were working together—that Dylan had betrayed Morphy Fund.At this point, George had no way out. So, it wouldn't be surprising if he shot Dylan in the head. What Hendrix wanted was for him to die.Dylan didn't know what he was thinking at that moment. By the time he reacted, he had already grabbed the gun's barrel and twisted it violently. The bullet scraped past his head.Without hesitation, George moved to pull the trigger again when Dylan, still holding onto his wrist, forc