When Hendrix finished speaking, Noelle remained quiet for a long time.

The door behind her had not fully closed, and the cold wind seeping in contrasted sharply with the warm air inside.

Noelle couldn't tell whether her body was cold or hot. She only felt her mind was blank.

After a long while, she finally found her voice. "So, you don't want to hear my explanation anymore, do you?"

Hendrix looked at her. "Noelle, in this world, many things are judged by the consequences."

As his words sank in, Noelle lowered her head and gave a small, bitter laugh.

Result? What was the result?

The consequence was that Beatrice now lay unconscious in the hospital. The consequence was that the letter, indeed, had been passed from her hands to his. The consequence was that he said there was no need for them to meet anymore.

He couldn't even spare her a simple breakup.

Noelle looked at him and recalled the times when they spent time together, the words he said to her, the way he gazed at her, and the things they had done in bed.

All of these memories merged with the man who was standing right in front of her right now.

But now, he was looking at her coldly and indifferently, like he was handling a piece of trash that had no use f him anymore.

This made Noelle feel that she had traveled back to two years ago.

Not long ago... It seemed like nothing more than her own imagination.

"Okay," Noelle finally said.

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She had already made up her mind. Coming here today was really just to explain things to him. She had

even been willing to wait outside the door, all for the sake of putting on a pathetic act.

But even so, he still refused to give her the chance to speak. He said he only cared about the consequences. That meant the process no longer mattered to him, and he didn't care.

So, whatever she said now was meaningless.

"I'll leave, then." As Noelle spoke, she turned to leave.

But the next moment, Hendrix's voice suddenly came again "Wait."

Noelle stopped but didn't turn around. Her hand, tucked in the pocket of her coat, unconsciously clenched.

"This is an invitation from Mr. York." Hendrix handed her the paper. "It is a private art exhibition he organized. I received it a few days ago but did not have the time to give in to you.

Noelle glanced at him and then at the item in his hand.noveldrama

"Also, I've bought the auction piece from before. I'll have it sent to you tomorrow."

Hendrix finished speaking, but Noelle didn't reach out to take it.

This response made Hendrix furrow his brows slightly.

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"Thank you."

He had expected her to refuse, but surprisingly, Noelle still accepted the invitation card.

"But the painting, you can keep it. It's too valuable. And... What should we do about the things you left at my place?"

Hendrix originally planned to have her throw them away. After all, they were just some clothes that weren't worth

much.

But just as the words were on his lips, he changed his mind "I'll have someone come pick it up tomorrow." "Alright. I'm leaving, then."

Noelle didn't say anything else. After putting the invitation in her pocket, she turned and walked away. Hendrix watched her retreating figure, intending to offer to send her off. But the words never left his mouth. Instead, he swallowed them back.

Then, he slowly made his way to the window and took another sip of the wine he had been drinking earlier. The wine still hadn't settled, and now, it tasted of nothing but bitterness.

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