Chapter 258 Chapter 258

That huge pot of pasta was not only too much, but it was also terribly bad. Noelle couldn't remember ever having eaten something so awful. In the end, she couldn't help but turn the stove back on and cook him a new bowl.

Hendrix just stood next to her, watching.

Noelle turned around, about to tell him to leave, but Hendrix seemed to know what she was thinking, so he said, I want to watch, so I'll know how to cook it next time.'

"Mr. Freeman, this doesn't suit your status," Noelle said flatly. "If you want, there are plenty of women who would be willing to cook for you."

"I know," answered Hendrix simply, but that answer seemed to lead to another one.

Noelle fell silent. She didn't say anything else. Instead, she simply placed the plate of pasta on the table and turned to leave.

"Did you tell Dylan tonight?" Hendrix suddenly asked. "About us.

"Yeah.

"Did he agree?"

"Yeah."

response was simple, with a

didn't say

bedroom was

corner of Hendrix's lips tightened involuntarily. But when he turned around

of pasta in front of him, he

After all, he had indeed hurt her in the past. But the fact that she was hurt meant she cared about him. Hendrix wasn't afraid of

current situation,

and hidden while hunting, watching their prey and waiting for the perfect moment to strike without fail. On the plains, staying upwind gave away

ing to

to the kitchen to wash the dishes before returning his room. That night, he didn't bother Noelle anymore, and the two of them spent the evening in

was supposed to happen yesterday was postponed

to go out with Noelle-after all, they were bound to run into each other at the office later. But Noelle didn't hesitate to shut him down, reminding him that she now had a publicly acknowledged

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