In the two years and four mouths, Noelle had imagined countless times what it would be like to meet Hendrix again.

But each time she thought about it, she would instinctively deny it.

Because she knew the world was vast, and they now lived in completely different social circles.

His life was filled with luxury, while she was just an ordinary person trying to get by.

Their paths were completely separate, with no reason to cross again.

But now, his sudden appearance shattered that belief.

"Mommy, do you know that man?" Rosie, who was still in Noelle's arms, asked when she noticed her staring at Hendrix.

At the sound of her voice, Noelle snapped out of her daze.

"No, I don't," she replied quickly.

Hendrix had already subconsciously walked toward her, but he abruptly froze in his place when he heard Noelle say that.

His heart, which had been tightening, seemed to slowly sink at that moment. Even the boiling blood in his veins cooled in that instant.

He simply stood there, lips pressed tightly into a line, watching her.

Noelle, however, didn't even spare him a single glance. She just stood up and walked forward with Rosie in her hands.

But Rosie seemed to have noticed Hendrix's gaze, as she turned to look at him repeatedly.

During their divorce, neither Hendrix nor Noelle mentioned the baby.

Even when he knew she had given birth to their daughter, and despite the fact that he was also losing sleep night after night, with his heart and stomach in distress, Hendrix never once visited her.

He had even gone to the hospital for a checkup, but after the doctor examined him, he said he was very healthy.

It wasn't until Hendrix finished speaking about his symptoms that the doctor said they might be caused by too much nerves.

Was it really that he was feeling?

Maybe it wasn't just nerves, but also fear.

He was afraid that no one would

take care of her, that she would feel

and

lost and helpless in the ent

that she would suffer from

postpartum depression.

But he still controlled himself.

In an extremely calm and even cruel way, he had already decided that he wanted to start a new life.

A new life without Noelle.

Because he hated her.

Clearly at that time, he hadn't lost and had begged her to stay with him.

But she still left, so he had made up his mind to hate her.

She no longer loved him, and was even more unwilling to go through hard times with him.

But then again, he couldn't fully hate her either.

After all, he had done the same thing-weighing the pros and cons in every choice he made. She just did what he had always done to her.

So all he could do now was to force himself to forget all about her.

Later, he seemed to really get used and adapt to this kind of life.

He could fall asleep at night without relying on sleeping pills and alcohol, and he could even stay all alone in

Villa without constantly

thinking of her.

Moreover, he didn't deliberately look into her either.

Everything was moving forward in the direction of a "fresh start".

That was, until he saw her at that moment.

At that moment, Hendrix realized

just how small the world truly was So small that, in this small third-rate

town, he could still run into her.

And when he saw her, he didn't feel a hint of resentment at all.

Watching her gentle, slow movements, the first thought that crossed his mind was, "This scene is exactlynoveldrama

as I imagined it would be."

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