Dan felt like he was uncovering something significant with Noelle standing beside Hendrix. His mind raced, but he forced himself to step forward. "Mr. Freeman"

Hendrix barely glanced inside, and Dan understood immediately. "Don't worry. I'll handle it."

Hendrix didn't say anything more. He practically threw Noelle into the car first, then tossed the teddy into a nearby trash can.

Noelle watched his every move from the car. She opened her mouth to speak but ended up saying nothing.

Hendrix quickly got in, and the car sped off. Noelle's heart raced as she turned to fasten her seatbelt. He didn't so much as glance at her.

The scenery blurred as they drove, becoming more and more unfamiliar.

Noelle frowned and was about to ask where they were going when Hendrix suddenly slammed on the brakes. The jolt threw her forward. Her seatbelt yanked her back, but her head slammed into the seat, sending a sharp pain through her head..

She winced and turned toward Hendrix. His hand gripped the wheel tightly, his expression blank.noveldrama

He looked calm, but the veins in his forearm were visible.

Noelle's breath caught at the sight.

"When did you two get together?" he finally asked.

His words deepened her frown as she glanced at him, and his gaze darkened when he saw her expression. "I'm just friends with Clark," she said. "Mr. Freeman, I'd appreciate it if you'd be more careful with your words." "Friends?" Hendrix let out a sharp, bitter laugh.

ly cold anger.

The corner of his mouth lifted, but his eyes showed no trace of humor, only

"Noelle, the man might as well have 'I want to sleep with you' written all over his face. Are you four years old? Do you really not see it, or are you pretending for his sake?" His words grew sharper with every word he spoke.

Noelle's hands tightened. She stared at him for a moment before finally speaking, "Hendrix, not everyone is as twisted as you think."

Her words only deepened his anger, and any hint of a smile disappeared.

He grabbed her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. "What did you just say?"

"Was I wrong? Or are you really just that-"

Noelle almost said "messed up", but she stopped herself. No matter what, she couldn't bring herself to

say it. Hendrix was cold, detached, and didn't care for her, but she'd loved him for years.

If she doubted him, what did that make her for having loved him all these years?

Instead, she said, "Clark's a really good person, and we're just friends. So, please stop talking about him like that." "So now you're defending him?"

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