บททั้งหมดของ The Sway and Slide of Love: บทที่ 691 - บทที่ 700

Ruth didn't say anything else, nor did she stop Noelle from leaving.Noelle simply picked up her bag and walked out. As the private room door closed, Noelle caught a glimpse of Ruth from the corner of her eye.Ruth was looking down, admiring her newly bought bracelet. Her relaxed demeanor was a stark contrast to the suspicious look she had given Noelle earlier.Noelle could understand her feelings. After all, as Ruth had pointed out, Noelle's claim of wanting to take down Hendrix seemed almost absurd.First, considering Hendrix's status and abilities, there was no way she could threaten his position simply by relying on his trust in her.Second, there were her feelings for him. Given the circumstances, no one would believe she wouldn't waver—making Ruth's skepticism entirely reasonable. That was precisely why Noelle's moment of hesitation just now had only made her seem more convincing.If possible, Noelle would have preferred not to use such a clumsy excuse to deceive Ruth. But

At first, Hendrix hadn't really cared. To him, Ruth and Ricky were insignificant. But since Noelle found amusement in watching them struggle, he was willing to let her have her way.As for what happened to Ruth and Ricky in the end, it didn't matter to him. But Ricky's message made him change his mind.When Hendrix heard Ricky's deliberately lowered tone, he almost laughed out of sheer frustration. Dylan was one thing—although he didn't think much of him, the fact that Noelle had been with him in the past meant he must have had some redeeming qualities.But Ricky? Who did he think he was? How could someone like him actually have the audacity to set his sights on Noelle? It was both ignorant and laughable.So, Hendrix changed his mind. He wouldn't interfere with Noelle's plan, but he would refine it a little. Besides, he was done seeing Ruth around. It was time to make sure they disappeared from this city for good."Hendrix." Noelle's voice suddenly broke through his thoughts.Hen

When Dylan locked eyes with Hendrix, he even chuckled. "Mr. Freeman, thank you for coming all the way here in the middle of the night. But the doctor just said that Mr. Swift is stable now, so—""Dylan, just what are you trying to do?" Hendrix didn't have time for small talk or pretenses. He cut straight to the point, his gaze sharp and icy as he looked at Dylan.Dylan raised an eyebrow. Then, he said, "Mr. Freeman, what do you mean by—""A man who would kill for money suddenly decides to take care of his deceased friend's parents." Hendrix chuckled coldly. "Do you really think I'd believe that?""Kill for money? Mr. Freeman, who are you talking about?""You know exactly who I'm talking about."Dylan didn't say a word. He simply frowned at Hendrix, his gaze filled with confusion—almost as if he couldn't understand how he had been so thoroughly misunderstood."You can leave now," Hendrix said. "I'll have professionals take care of Mr. Swift. You're not needed.""But I've already

Marshall quickly nodded and answered, "I'm fine."Noelle then turned to Marla. "I'm sorry. I just found out about this. You—""The doctor said he's fine," Marla replied calmly. "And Dylan was here last night, so nothing serious happened.""I didn't do much. It's mainly because Mr. Swift is strong enough to pull through. But the doctor said you need more rest and can't overwork yourself—you have to remember that.""Exactly," Marla immediately chimed in, agreeing with Dylan. "I've said it before—just let others handle the company. We're not young anymore. What's the point of making so much money? It's not like we can take it with us when we die, nor do we have anyone to—"Marla suddenly trailed off. Then, she slowly turned to look at Noelle.Noelle stood there, her already uneasy hands clenched even tighter.Just as the atmosphere was about to freeze, Dylan quickly said, "I should head back now."Following his head, Marla said, "Yes. You've stayed up all night. Go home and get so

Noelle's words might have been tactful, but Dylan understood her meaning all too clearly. She found him repulsive—so much so that she couldn't bear to look at him.And why didn't she hate him? How could she not hate him? If she truly felt he had wronged her, then she should hate him! But why didn't she even feel hatred? Was it because he wasn't even worthy of her hatred?Dylan's expression slowly faded, his face turning grim. But Noelle didn't seem to notice.She simply nodded at him and stopped walking. "I'll leave you here."Only then did Dylan realize they had reached the hospital entrance.Without waiting for Dylan to respond, Noelle turned and walked away.Dylan watched her leave and suddenly laughed, his lips curled into a twisted smile.After a long moment, once Noelle had disappeared from his sight, he slowly wiped the smile from his face. Then, as if nothing had happened, he turned and walked away.Noelle quickly returned to the hospital room. It was quiet now.Marla