The Sway and Slide of Love by Jean Song

Chapter 345 Chapter 345

After all, Noelle already knew.

In a way, it was better this way. Everyone else only saw Hendrix's gentle, polished facade, but Noelle was the only one who knew this side of him.

And that was how it should be. After all, she was his wife the only person in the world who had the right to grow old with him.

Letting her see this "true self" was only fitting. It was just that Hendrix hadn't anticipated it happening in this way, under these circumstances.

After a night that teetered on the edge of madness, Hendrix woke up. He had only slept for two hours, but his energy was surprisingly intact.

Noelle was still sound asleep beside him. Her eyelids were slightly swollen, and her body below the neck was covered in mottled marks, with even a bite mark on her shoulder that he had left.

As for when he'd bitten her, Hendrix couldn't remember, nor did he care.

to have ointment delivered to the room, then personally applied it

was anything but smooth. Noelle woke up mid-way and, realizing he was near her, startled and instinctively

only applying the ointment

bedside table,

he had already taken her passport, he knew Noelle's temperament well enough to realize she might still find a way to escape. Especially after what happened last night, he came to a realization- using those previous conditions to threaten her was no longer

new bargaining chip. Fortunately, obtaining one wasn't difficult. In fact, it might already be on its way. Until then, he needed patfence. For now, Noelle's freedom would have

the car pulled up

still hung at the entrance, and as Hendrix got out of the car, he could see uniformed security guards patrolling the area. But he had been here many times before, and the guards had long since learned to

lot still held many cars, their flashy designs and vibrant colors reflecting the wild, indulgent personality

had left in a hurry last night, missing the later parts of the evening's events. But it was precisely because he knew what was to

scent reminiscent of photinia flowers wafted through the air. The living room was an

were still fast asleep. The sight of arms