The Sway and Slide of Love novel Chapter 723

Hendrix didn't answer Noelle.

"She's just starting to warm up to you, so can't you be a little nicer to her?" Noelle asked, displeasure growing in her tone.

"Haven't I been nice to her?" Hendrix finally replied.

"Then, tell me—what did you say to her earlier?"

Hendrix paused mid-step. Then, he turned around to glance at her, saying, "I told her you were injured and needed rest."

"That's all?"

"What else did you think I said?" Hendrix asked with a chuckle.

Noelle felt there was more to it, but Hendrix didn't give her a chance to press further. Instead, he scooped her up into his arms and carried her swiftly toward the bedroom.

"What are you doing?" Noelle blurted out.

"What do you think I'm doing?" Hendrix shot back.

His response left Noelle momentarily speechless. After a pause, she said, "Didn't you just say I needed rest?"

"Exactly. And this is rest," he replied.

By then, Hendrix had already carried her into the bedroom. But he didn't set her down. Instead, he kicked the door shut behind them, and in no time, Noelle found herself pinned beneath him on the bed.

"You—" Mindful of his still-healing wounds, Noelle was about to say something. But before she could, Hendrix silenced her with a kiss.

By now, he had switched to another language. He was speaking so rapidly that Noelle couldn't make out what he was saying. By the time she processed what was happening, Hendrix was already out of the room.

Though he hadn't said anything, Noelle could sense the tension in his demeanor. And recalling their experiences in Tilwick, there was no way she could fall asleep now.

She got up right away, quickly grabbing her clothes from the floor and putting them on as she headed out.

Hendrix was already in the study. His call was still ongoing, but his emotions were running high—his tone was sharp and heated, as if he were scolding someone.

Noelle stopped in her tracks. She knew barging in now wouldn't get her any answers. If anything, it would only distract him. So instead of going in, she turned and headed downstairs to get him a glass of water.

By the time she returned, his call had ended. Hendrix was sitting at his desk, his expression blank as he stared at the computer screen.