The Sway and Slide of Love by Jean Song

Chapter 495 This floor was clearly reserved for presidential suites, and at that moment, the hallway was eerily quiet. After pressing the doorbell, Noelle looked down at her feet. She had been at the hospital for so long that her white sneakers were now stained with dirt.

They were a stark contrast to the luxurious brown carpet beneath her, making her feel like she didn't belong here at all. This place was no longer her world.

Noelle wasn't sure how long she waited. It might have been just a few seconds, or it might have been ten minutes. All she knew was, standing there, time seemed to stretch endlessly.

It wasn't until her hands and feet began to feel stiff that the door finally opened. But the moment she saw the person inside, the urge to turn and leave grew stronger.

Her hands clenched at her sides, and her eyes widened as she stared at him.

Hendrix had just stepped out of the shower. He had nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist, his hair still wet, with water droplets dripping from the ends. The droplets rolled down his tanned, toned chest, tracing along his abs and sliding further down.

His hair was messy, the bangs almost covering his eyes. Yet, despite the shadow they cast, Noelle could still clearly see the darkness and depth lurking in his gaze.

Hendrix didn't say a word. He simply turned and walked back inside after opening the door. But after a few steps, he seemed to remember something and turned to look at her.

was still

his eyes. "What's your

breath hitch.

are you really asking

at him in

on his lips. "What do you think? Did you really believe I invited you here for coffee

pressed her lips

not willing, you can leave now. Don't act like you're the victim here." With that, he continued walking inside. He was that confident that Noelle would follow him

he heard the sound of the door closing behind her. Then, came the soft footsteps of her shoes

simply tossed out a command, "Go take a shower." After that, he walked over to

hotels in Coppersville, so the presidential

come on, the warm glow of distant residential areas contrasting sharply with the glitz and glamour on