The Sway and Slide of Love by Jean Song

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Noelle and Hendrix were already divorced. How could there still be any contact between them? After all, Hendrix wasn't crazy. And with Noelle stuck in her current mess, who in their right mind would want to be associated with her?

After waiting for a few more minutes, Sandra felt her worries leaving her completely. She glanced toward the driver and said, "Let's go."

"Sure. Where to?" the driver asked briskly, but his question was met with silence. When he glanced back curiously, he noticed her staring fixedly out the window.

"Wow! Is that a Maserati? Fancy car for this part of town," the driver mused.

Sandra, however, didn't react. Her eyes stayed glued to the vehicle. She was biting her lips so hard that the skin had split, leaving a faint trace of blood. Yet, she didn't feel the pain at all.

It couldn't be Hendrix. It was impossible. There was no way he would come here. No way he'd have anything to do with Noelle again.

Her gaze faltered, losing focus, and her clenched jaw suddenly slackened. Because up ahead, the car door had opened, and out stepped Hendrix. He carried a beautifully wrapped cake box in his hand. Noelle had been restless the entire evening. The tablet in front of her was powered on, yet her stylus hovered in midair, unable to make a single stroke. When Hendrix emerged from the bathroom and walked up behind her, she didn't even notice his presence.

"What are you thinking about?" he asked.

question. Her first instinct was to shield her tablet screen with her hand. Then, frowning, she turned around. "When

"Just now,"

fell silent, and she

didn't seem particularly interested in what she'd been working on. Instead, he

his, holding his eyes for a moment before finally asking, "Is it

I

way to her bed and lay down, as if it were the most

actions. "What

"Sleeping," replied Hendrix matter-of-factly.

froze for a moment before stepping forward. "You have so many houses. Why don't you

reached

scream, but before she could

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down over her lips.

down, she bit down on his fingers

pain. "What