The Sway and Slide of Love novel Chapter 696

"Who fell ill? Is it someone important that you have to rush over in the middle of the night?" Noelle continued to press, staring intently at Hendrix with a frown.

Hendrix suddenly found himself at a loss for words. It was only then that he realized—Noelle was becoming harder and harder to fool. So, he understood why some people said not to fall for women who were too smart.

But that advice was for ordinary men. Hendrix didn't have that kind of problem at all.

"Yes. He's quite an important business partner," Hendrix replied calmly. "He's getting on in years and had a sudden heart attack. It was pretty serious. But by the time I got there, he had already been resuscitated, so I didn't stay long."

As he spoke, his eyes never once left Noelle's—giving no signs of deception.

But Noelle asked again, "Who is it? Do I know him?"

"You might. I'm not sure," Hendrix answered. Then, he deftly changed the subject. "Did you stay up just to ask me this?"

Seeing how relaxed Hendrix was, Noelle felt her anxiety slowly ease and nodded.

"Don't worry. Everything's fine," Hendrix said, ruffling her hair. "Go to sleep first. I'm going to change into my pajamas."

This time, Noelle didn't refuse. By the time Hendrix returned in his pajamas, Noelle was already in bed, though her eyes were still open.

"Can't sleep?" Hendrix asked with a smile. "Should we do something about it?"

Noelle didn't respond, only turned over and wrapped her arms around him.

Hendrix could sense she wasn't in the mood. Which was just as well, since he wasn't in one, either. So, he simply pulled Noelle into a light embrace without saying a word.

"I feel uneasy," Noelle whispered. "Like something's about to happen."

"You're overthinking it," Hendrix replied. "What could possibly happen?"

It was only from Dylan's words that she knew the person Hendrix had mentioned last night was Marshall. She knew it! If it had been someone insignificant, there was no way Hendrix would have rushed to the hospital so late at night.

So that inexplicable sense of unease she'd felt last night hadn't been without reason.

After learning about this, Noelle immediately went to the hospital. Dylan and Marla were both in the hospital room with Marshall.

"Noelle, you're here." Dylan greeted her with a smile.

He had been up all night, so his eyes were bloodshot.

Noelle pressed her lips briefly before giving him a curt nod. Then, she turned to the man in the bed. "Mr. Swift, are you okay?"

Marshall lay in the bed, his face pale. But thankfully, he seemed to be in fairly good spirits.