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."

with a touch of

didn't say anything

bedroom

lips tightened involuntarily. But when he turned around and

of him, he suddenly smiled happily

that Noelle still had her guard up with him, and he didn't blame her. 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 her hating him- what he feared more

situation, it

and waiting for the perfect moment to strike without fail. On the plains, staying upwind gave away the predator's scent and scared off the prey, So, really, being downwind was the best spot to

ing to

pasta, Hendrix even went to the kitchen to wash the dishes before returning his

meeting that was supposed to happen yesterday was postponed

the office later. But Noelle didn't hesitate to shut him down, reminding him that she now had a

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