The Sway and Slide of Love novel Chapter 717

Hendrix's tone was light. In just a few sentences, he had explained everything to Noelle.

Of course, he didn't tell her that when he circled back to the house, he wasn't just facing Dylan alone. The others had also wanted him dead.

If he hadn't held May hostage and the fire hadn't grown so intense, Tony and the others would never have let him go. But Noelle didn't need to know these details.

While it was true he had come out of this alive, there was no guarantee he would be that lucky if the same situation were to happen again.

However, even with his abbreviated version of events, Noelle's expression remained grim. She suddenly let go of his hand and glared at him.

"You asked if I were trying to get myself killed, but what about you?" she asked through gritted teeth.

"I didn't have a choice at the time," Hendrix said. "If I didn't bring Nathan out, the situation wouldn't have been resolved. Besides—"

"Has it ever crossed your mind that you might actually die there? What am I supposed to do if you had really died?" Noelle cut him off sharply.

At that moment, she couldn't hear a word of his explanation. All she knew was—none of this had to happen. He could have just returned to Coppersville. He could have walked out of the fire safely.

Yes, it was true that they had the good fortune of running into each other outside the house. But what if she had been faster, or he had been slower? What if the firefighter hadn't shown up and stopped her?

She might have rushed into the fire. And in that case, could Hendrix have predicted the outcome? The thought of it filled Noelle with frustration. But more than that, she felt wronged. Her eyes reddened again.

Noelle didn't respond. Instead, she turned her head away as if she couldn't bear to look at him.

Hendrix let out a soft laugh. "Are you mad at me and giving me the silent treatment again? If you were so angry, why did you run into the fire to save me then?"

"Because I'm an idiot." Noelle finally looked at him, gritting her teeth. "Hendrix, mark my words—if I ever go after you again when you're in trouble, I really am a fool. Why did I even care back then? I should've stayed outside. Even if you—"

Before she could finish, Hendrix suddenly leaned in and pulled her into his arms.

"Good. That's the right attitude. Next time, no matter what happens to me, don't put yourself in danger. Got it? You don't need to do anything. I just need you to stay alive and well."