The Sway and Slide of Love novel Chapter 229

Chapter 229 

Hendrix sounded calm and serious. 

At that moment, Noelle suddenly recalled the scene on Serene Street, where Hendrix had mercilessly kicked Maxwell, with his expression just as serious and resolute as it was now. 

It was only now that she truly understood the madness lurking beneath his calm, composed exterior. 

He was never a kind or gentle man. For him, the end justified the means. This was who Hendrix truly was. 

The car soon pulled into the hotel parking lot. Hendrix stepped out, still carrying Noelle in his arms. 

“Let… Let go of me!” Noelle bit her lip, her hands desperately shoving at his chest. “Hendrix, it’s over between us! You’re the one who said it was over!” 

Hendrix did not answer. 

Soon, the elevator door opened. 

Hendrix had booked the presidential suite, so the elevator brought them straight to his room. When he closed the door, he stopped controlling himself. 

Noelle was shoved against the door, and her coat was yanked off by him. 

“Let go of me! Hendrix, you bastard! What the hell are you doing now? What about last time…” 

“I regret it,” his voice came through, and those words left Noelle stunned. 

“What do you take me for?” After a long pause, she muttered, “Hendrix, what the hell do you think I am? You end our relationship on a whim. And when you say you regret it that is it?” 

Her voice trembled with suppressed tears. “Am I really that worthless in your eyes? You think you can just let go whenever you want and pick me up whenever you want? I’m telling you, Hendrix. If you dare do anything to me, I’ll hate you for the rest of my life!” 

When she finished speaking, Hendrix’s hands that were going to tear off her clothes suddenly stopped. Then, he looked up. 

Noelle bit her lip, glaring at him, her damp eyes filled with unmistakable hatred. 

Hendrix held her gaze for a while before he let out a soft chuckle. Then, he said, “Fine. Hate me.” 

At his words, Noelle’s eyes widened in disbelief. 

She couldn’t understand it. She didn’t know why Hendrix was doing this. 

When she had wanted to hold on, it was him who told her that only the results mattered. It was him who severed the last thread between them, refusing even to give her a chance to explain. She had fallen seriously ill because of 

1. it. 

It felt as though a mark had been branded deep into her bones. After enduring the pain and waiting for the flesh above it to finally heal, now, he was tearing it open again. 

With such a casual, indifferent attitude… 

Did he think a single sentence of regret could brush everything aside? 

Why? Just because she had once liked him, did that mean she deserved to be trampled to the lowest depths of emotion? 

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