The apartment Seline had arranged for Noelle was indeed close to the hospital, but the building was old. As Noelle waited for the elevator, she could hear the creaking sounds it made.

She had wiped the blood from her leg, but without the stain to mask it, the long gash looked like a grotesque, featureless face with a red, gaping mouth.

Finally, the elevator reached the fifth floor. Once inside her apartment, Noelle quickly tended to her wound.

To avoid Rosie finding out, she changed into a long skirt to cover the injury. But her limping gait was impossible to hide, especially as she searched for the little lion plushie Rosie wanted. Even though she had looked through the apartment several times, she still couldn't find it.

By the third time she opened the same box without success, Noelle's frustration began to boil over. She opened a shopping app, intending to buy a new one for Rosie, only to find that it was no longer available. Staring at her phone screen, Noelle suddenly felt a wave of helplessness.

Just then, a voice came from behind her, "So, this is where you live now?"

Noelle hadn't expected Hendrix to follow her. After all, Seline had said he didn't even care about whether Rosie lived or died, so what could he possibly want from Noelle now?

But when she turned and saw the mockery in his eyes, she understood that he was here to ridicule her.

Hendrix frowned slightly as he took in the cluttered room. After all, in his memory, no matter where Noelle

lived, she always kept her space immaculate. Her tables and couches were always spotless.

But now, all he saw were unpacked boxes piled up around the room. Some were opened, with their contents scattered around, making the place look even messier.

Hendrix was surprised but quickly smirked. "Seems like life hasn't been kind to you."

"Did you come here just to mock me?" Noelle asked expressionlessly. "How are you so free these days, Mr. Freeman?"

Her words caught him off guard, but he quickly smiled and said, "Yes, I'm curious. So, Noelle, do you regret it now?"

Hendrix finally asked the question that he wanted. But honestly speaking, he didn't even know why he was asking.

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trailing her for half an hour, just to

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If she said she regretted it, should he forgive her? Hendrix didn't know the answer to that.

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But Noelle just looked at him calmly. Then, as if she hadn't heard him at all, she bent down and continued searching for the lion plushie.

She was certain she had put it in the box, but no matter how many times she looked, it wasn't there. She had already searched the room, but it was nowhere to be found.

As Noelle continued her futile search, Hendrix's icy voice rang out again, "Hey, I'm talking to you." "Get out," she said bluntly.

She was already in a rush and frustrated to begin with, and Hendrix's presence seemed to push her to the brink.