Hendrix's entire body was tense.

In the end, it was Noelle who practically dragged him out by sheer force. If she hadn't, he would've undoubtedly started another fight with Erwin right then and there. She new Hendrix was skilled, but Erwin had plenty of bodyguards at his disposal.

And no matter how much she disliked Hendrix at that moment, she couldn't stand the thought of him dying in a place like this.

Finally, they returned to the hotel.

Noelle hadn't forgotten how Hendrix had locked her in the room earlier. The moment they entered, she quickly let go of his hand. But before she could take another step, Hendrix grabbed her wrist and pulled her straight into the

bathroom.

At first, Noelle was confused, until he started roughly yanlang at her clothes with an almost frantic urgency.

Her mind flashed to Erwin's earlier words. She couldn't help but smile mockingly. "Isn't it a little too late to check now?"

Her words made Hendrix's hands falter, his movements stiffening.

"I slept with him," she continued. "So? What are you going to do about it?"

Hendrix abruptly stopped trying to take her clothes off. Her dress was mere moments away from slipping to the floor, but Noelle's words froze him completely.noveldrama

After a long pause, he finally lifted his head to look at her.

"Did it hurt?"

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unexpected question caught Noelle off guard.

Before she could respond, Hendrix said, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have brought you here. I shouldn't have let your meet him, and I definitely shouldn't have left you alone at the hotel."

Hendrix still vividly remembered their conversation at the teach that night, Back then, he had thought he'd never lower his head to her again. If she wanted pain, then they'd share it. If she didn't want him to have peace, one would.

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Hendrix had even made up his mind-since she was so convinced he was the villain, he might as well play the role. He would personally see Dylan sent to prison. Dylan wouldn't die, of course, but ten years behind bars would be enough time for Noelle to forget about him.

But now, at this moment, Hendrix found himself softening once again.

The suffocating fear of not knowing whether she was safe still lingered in Hendrix's mind, making everything else suddenly feel insignificant.

As long as she was okay, that was all that mattered.

But the response Hendrix gave was not what Noelle had expected. She stared at him, her expression subtly shifting.

However, she quickly regained her composure and asked, "So, are you going to divorce me?"

Her question pulled Hendrix out of his thoughts. He looked at her.

"I'm not fit to be your wife, am I? If you want, there are plenty of

"No," Hendrix interrupted her firmly.

The simplicity of his words, spoken with unwavering certainty, seemed to carry immense weight.

Noelle suddenly found herself at a loss for words.

Hendrix leaned down and pulled her into his arms. Both of them were barefoot, their skin pressing against the cold tiles of the bathroom floor.

To meet her height, Hendrix bent his waist slightly. Oddly, his arms didn't tighten around her. Instead, his hold was gentle, almost cautious, as though he were cradling a fragile treasure.

Yet, Noelle felt suffocated from the intense, overwhelming emotion radiating from him. There was no way she could ignore it.

"I won't divorce you." As if worried she hadn't understood, Hendrix quickly added, "No matter what happens, I will never do that."

Noelle smiled mockingly. "But can you really handle the fact that I-"

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