The Sway and Slide of Love

Noelle knew that Hendrix had never lacked admirers. She had seen plenty of them before. Even just recently, hadn't he gone grocery shopping with another woman?

So, as long as Hendrix wanted, there were countless women eager to throw themselves at him. He had endless choices, and she would never be the "right" one. She wasn't before, and she certainly wasn't

now.

At this moment, Noelle could clearly sense Hendrix's stiffness and the way his gaze lingered on her scar. She suddenly felt like laughing.

"So, are you sure you want to continue?" she asked with a smirk.

When she finished speaking, Hendrix finally raised his head and looked at her. His eyes were still as deep as ever, betraying no hint of emotion.

Noelle was about to say something else, but before she could, he lowered his head. Then, his lips landed softly on her scar.

The gentle touch made Noelle's expression change instantly. She struggled, trying to get up. But Hendrix quickly pinned her down.

"You-" She tried to say something, but he quickly covered her lips with his.

She had already forgotten the last time she felt this way—a dizzying, uncontrollable spiral.

She had meant to say something to him, like asking if he would agree to the surgery after tonight's deal. She hadn't mentioned it at first because she didn't believe he would actually follow through until the end. After all, she knew exactly how picky Hendrix could be. He always pursued perfection, so how could he remain unaffected after seeing the scar?

No, he wasn't unaffected. In fact, he kissed that scar countless times afterward.

As for what Noelle originally wanted to say, she had already forgotten. She felt like a stranded fish, desperately trying to return to the sea. But the waves kept washing over her again and again, never carrying her back into the ocean. In the end, she could only struggle silently.

She didn't know how much time had passed before she finally woke up. The sky was still faintly gray, but the bed was empty except for her.

Noelle wasn't surprised. She quickly got up and began searching for her clothes. Just as she finished putting on her coat, the bedroom door opened.noveldrama

Hendrix stood there with a phone in his hand, the screen still lit. He narrowed his eyes slightly as he looked at her.

"Where are you going?" he asked.

After last night's indulgence, his voice was hoarse, though his expression carried a relaxed satisfaction. Noelle paused before replying, "Where do you think?"

Her voice was even hoarser than his, but she didn't have time to care.

She hadn't been at the hospital the whole night. While Rosie didn't always wake up in the middle of the night, if she woke up now and didn't see her, she would definitely get upset. So, she wanted to get back as soon as possible.

But before leaving, she didn't forget to remind Hendrix, "Don't forget what you promised me." "What did I promise you?"

Noelle had already taken a few steps forward, but she stopped abruptly when she heard that. Then, she

slowly turned to look at him with disbelief. "What do you mean?"

Hendrix chuckled lightly, his gaze carrying a hint of innocence. "Did I say something wrong? I don't seem

to recall promising you anything last night."