The Sway and Slide of Love novel Chapter 658

After Hendrix finished speaking, Noelle remained silent for a long time. Her lips were pressed together, and her expression made it seem like she was almost indifferent to his words.

After waiting for a while, Hendrix reached out and pinched her cheek again. "Did you fall asleep?"

Noelle couldn't help but frown at his question, but she didn't argue with him. Instead, she asked, "Did Jean really die from an infectious disease?"

Hendrix was caught off guard by her question. But then, he quickly smiled and said, "Who knows? At least, that's what Dylan told everyone."

Noelle fell silent again, her gaze dropping.

After a moment, she suddenly remembered something. "Back then, was it you or Dylan who reported Mr. Fisher?"

Hendrix went quiet at her question. His hand, which had been resting on her cheek, slowly moved to play with the hair by her ear. His touch was light, almost ticklish.

Noelle couldn't help but squirm slightly. Hendrix smiled and suddenly leaned down to kiss her cheek. Then, his kisses trailed downward.

Noelle stopped him and said impatiently, "You still haven't answered my question."

"Dylan was the one who reported him," Hendrix answered honestly. "But I played a part in gathering the evidence. And do you think it was pure coincidence that the authorities acted so quickly?"

Noelle was finally able to piece everything together. So back then, Dylan was merely a pawn in Hendrix's hands. Even though others had suspected something, a thorough investigation revealed that Hendrix had nothing to do with it.

Seeing that Noelle was silent, Hendrix asked, "Do you think I'm a monster?"

He had initially wanted to do more, but now, he set those thoughts aside and simply pulled Noelle into his arms.

It was in human nature to be contradictory. He wanted to appear flawless in front of his loved ones, yet he also hoped to be accepted for his true, imperfect self.

In the past, Hendrix had never cared about things like how others viewed him or whether they accepted him or not. He only cared about his own feelings and interests.

But now, things were different. He cared about Noelle—what made her happy or sad, every flicker of emotion in her, and most of all, her opinion of him.

And now, Hendrix had received the answer he wanted.