Noelle's current address was No. 37, Serene Street, and it was Hendrix's first time there.

Despite being a giant in the property industry, Hendrix wouldn't have known that such an area existed in Coppersville if Noelle hadn't shown them the way.

Noelle didn't bid him goodbye, merely thanking Levi before hopping off. To her surprise, Hendrix climbed out of the car after her.

She stared at him. "What are you doing?"

I'm

coming upstairs to take a look."

Noelle had no idea what he was up to and took a deep breath. "It's not convenient."

"Why not?" Hendrix took a glance at the various advertisements glued to the wall next to them and asked, "Is there someone else in your place?"

"Of course not.

"Then, why not?"

In an uptight tone, she replied, "I just don't understand the point of you coming upstairs."noveldrama

"I want to check if there's anyone else at your place. That's the point." He shifted his gaze slowly back at

her." During this period, I hope that our relationship will be clean."

"Since you don't trust me, why do you want to do this with me?"

"How many times do I need to remind you about last night?

Noelle was tongue-tied, realizing that she was completely at a disadvantage after what happened between them last night.

He even nailed her to the pillar of shame. Since she was the one who took the initiative, she deserved to bear the

consequences.

Instead of speaking more with him, Noelle spun on her heels and left, and he tagged behind her. While they took the staircase upstairs, the knot between his brows tightened with every step.

The narrow stairway had humid and dark walls. Trash, which wasn't cleaned up, lay in corners and emitted a foul smell.

It was beyond Hendrix why Noelle would call such a place home. The more ridiculous part was she'd rather live here than accept his arrangements.

Noelle came to a stop on the third floor and lowered her head to unlock a door. When Hendrix saw the condition Inside, his stoic expression eased up a little.

"Should I change into indoor slippers?" he asked.

"No," she mumbled in reply, grabbing a towel to cover the comic she needed to sign.

Although Hendrix saw what she did, he said nothing about

"That's the bedroom," Noelle pointed out.

Raising his brows, Hendrix walked over subconsciously. The bed was adorned in pale yellow sheets, and the curtains were made of soft, light chiffon. Next to the window were some fresh flowers.

The decoration was cozy, but that didn't help with the fact that the place was cramped. Both of them were standing now, and it seemed like they didn't even have the space to turn around.

Hendrix estimated that he might not be able to stretch on her bed. Back then, when he was at the grassroots level, he hadn't even lived in a place like this.

"Are you done?" Noelle asked, lifting her head at him.

"Yeah."

"You can leave now," Noelle passed the eviction order. "As you can see, there's no one else here, is there?"

Hendrix chuckled softly after she finished speaking, and she couldn't help but frown at his smirk because he wasn't a person who was keen on smiling.

When they were husband and wife previously, he wouldn't even show her a pleasant face, not to mention a smile,

At the same time, she was aware that his smile was merely a mock at her.

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