Ruth was acting as if she and Noelle were close friends. Without giving Noelle a chance to react or refuse, she had already turned on her phone's camera and snapped a photo.Only then did Noelle realize what had happened. She frowned and quickly put some distance between them."Oh, by the way, I meant everything I said to you last night," Ruth added.She didn't push her luck and put away her phone once she got the picture. Then, she continued seriously, "I was young and stupid back then. More importantly, Sandra was my best friend at the time. I've always been simple-minded, so I believed whatever she said without question."I never imagined she'd turn out to be such a two-faced, manipulative woman. But no matter what, I hurt you in the past, so I want to sincerely apologize to you. Noelle, I'm really sorry."As she spoke, Ruth made a move to kneel.However, with her being heavily pregnant, Noelle was worried she might accidentally hurt herself and blame it on her, so she quickly
Ruth instantly felt her smile freeze at Hendrix's question.Everyone in the room understood exactly what Hendrix was implying. After all, before Noelle reconciled with Hendrix, she was just an ordinary person. Even if Ruth had fallen on hard times, she hadn't reached the point where she needed to grovel to Noelle.But now, things were different.Noelle was now Hendrix's wife. Ruth had been skeptical about this at first. If the two had truly reconciled, how could there be no news about it?Moreover, Noelle used to frequently attend various gatherings as Hendrix's wife. Yet, Ruth had not seen her at any events at all recently.It wasn't until yesterday—after witnessing everything with her own eyes—that Ruth finally understood. This was all Hendrix's doing.He knew that with his current status, any news of their reconciliation would draw immense attention. And he didn't want Noelle to be disturbed. In other words, he was doing everything he could to protect her.Just how deeply did
Ruth had actually blurred Noelle's face in the photo, but the antique lamp behind them was too eye-catching. Though the auction house had never disclosed the buyer, word had circulated in their social circles.Moreover, Noelle had attended some events before. Many people carefully compared the blurred figure in the picture to past photos of her and confirmed the woman in the photo was indeed Noelle.And just like that, rumors about her relationship with Hendrix started spreading.Meanwhile, Noelle had no idea what was happening outside since she wasn't feeling well today. At first, she thought it was just a mild cold. But by noon, she suddenly developed a low-grade fever.When the household staff informed Hendrix, he immediately rushed home with a doctor in tow.After checking Noelle's temperature, the doctor hesitated before suggesting she go to the hospital for a blood test."A blood test? Is it that serious?" Hendrix asked with a frown."Not necessarily. Based on Mrs. Freeman
"Even back when Rosie was sick—"At this point, Hendrix paused on his own. He knew that because of this incident, Noelle had permanently condemned him.The fact that they were here now, living together like this, was nothing short of a miracle. There were nights when he'd wake up in the middle of the dream, needing to hold Noelle tightly just to reassure himself she was really still by his side.And as for that period of their lives, neither of them had spoken about it for a long time.That was until now, when Hendrix brought it up on his own.Noelle clearly didn't want to revisit that memory, either. The moment he mentioned it, she frowned and instinctively pulled her hand away from him.But Hendrix immediately tightened his hold, as if he knew exactly what she was going to do."I know what I did was wrong back then," Hendrix said. "I was just so angry and wanted to hurt you as badly as you hurt me. I wanted you to give in to me. That first time at the hotel—I just wanted you t
After taking her medication, Noelle spent the entire afternoon drifting in and out of sleep. So, it wasn't until evening that she saw the messages on her phone.Some people asked if the woman in the photo with Ruth was her, while others asked when she had returned to Coppersville and if she'd like to meet up for dinner sometime.In truth, many in her social circle probably already knew Noelle had returned to Coppersville. After all, many of them had been present at Seline's funeral. It was just that the Swifts had kicked Noelle out then.At the time, Noelle had even heard people calling her a jinx behind her back. But now? Their attitudes had done a complete 180. Not that it was surprising. After all, it was human nature to look out for one's own interests.Besides, Noelle barely remembered most of their names, so whatever they had to say—however they saw her—made no difference to her.If it were the Noelle of the past, even if she loathed it, she would have forced herself to exch
"Don't worry. I'm fine," Noelle said.Rosie stood there, locking eyes with Noelle for a moment before saying, "But what if you get infected again?"Noelle couldn't help but chuckle at her. "It's fine. I'm wearing a mask."Rosie still seemed conflicted but eventually let out a soft "oh".Noelle immediately took a step back. "It's getting late. You should go to sleep. Will you be okay alone tonight?""Uh-huh." Rosie nodded without hesitation. "I'm all grown up now.""Mm-hmm. Go ahead, then."Rosie looked at Noelle, her eyes filled with a hint of reluctance. But in the end, she didn't say anything else and simply turned to leave.Noelle watched her retreating figure, the smile on her lips gradually fading. Only after Rosie returned to her room did Noelle turn around and climb back into bed.Perhaps because she had slept too much during the day, Noelle found herself wide awake. She lay in bed, staring out the window for a while before turning over and closing her eyes.Just as sh
"Alright. Go ahead. I'll leave once you're asleep," Hendrix said, but Noelle didn't believe a word of it.Still, she was too tired to argue with him at that point. So, she simply pulled the blanket over herself and turned her back to him.She hadn't felt sleepy earlier. But after the commotion with Hendrix, exhaustion gradually crept in, and her thoughts began to scatter.Noelle was right not to believe Hendrix's words. He had said he would leave once she fell asleep, yet when she woke up the next morning, she found him lying right beside her. Not only that, but his arm was tightly around her, too.Furious, Noelle was about to push him off when Hendrix suddenly turned his head and coughed twice. Then, he opened his eyes and looked at her. "I think I caught your cold."Noelle froze for a moment.Hendrix grabbed her hand and placed it on his forehead. "Here. Feel it. Do I have a fever?"Noelle took his temperature with a thermometer, and it was perfectly normal.But Hendrix stubb
Hendrix's smile slowly faded. Then, he got out of bed and poured himself a glass of water.Noelle assumed it was for himself. But when he turned around, he held the glass out to her instead. "I was joking. Not funny, huh?"She still didn't say anything, but she took the glass from him. That alone was enough of a response for Hendrix. His lips curled slightly."Get some rest." Noelle took a single sip before setting the glass aside. "I'm going out for a walk."But before she could step outside, Hendrix grabbed her hand. "Where are you going?""The yard. To get some sun.""I'll go with you.""Weren't you feeling awful just a moment ago? You should rest more if you're really sick."As she spoke, she swept her gaze over him with obvious skepticism. It was clear she didn't believe a word about him being sick.Hendrix, however, remained completely unfazed under her scrutiny. "I could use some sun, too. Besides, didn't the doctor say my immune system is strong? So, my cold isn't that
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