The Sway and Slide of Love by Jean Song

Chapter 686

As Hendrix himself had pointed out, it was inevitable that they would run into Dylan now that he was living in Coppersville—especially since they moved in the same social circles. But even with this understanding, the moment he saw Dylan, his expression immediately darkened.

"Hello, Mr. Freeman."

Hendrix had always been the center of attention. Even at a gathering like this, a crowd naturally formed around him. He had been in the middle of a conversation with the person next to him when Dylan suddenly cut in and brought it to an abrupt halt.

At the same time, everyone turned to look at him.

Hendrix merely spared him a fleeting glance before looking away. He didn't so much as acknowledge Dylan's greeting.

However, Dylan didn't seem to mind. He kept his easy smile and said, "I saw Mrs. Freeman the other day on the street. I wonder how she's been doing?"

At the mention of "Mrs. Freeman", a few people suddenly remembered that when Ophelia passed away, Dylan had brought a woman to her memorial service. And that woman was...

of course," Hendrix finally responded, his face devoid of any expression. "She's my wife, so naturally, I

hear. I was worried that what happened with Ms. Swift might have affected her. I'm glad to see

Hendrix immediately frowned.

happened to Ms. Swift," Dylan continued. "She was such

are you trying to say?" Hendrix

Dylan feigned confusion. Then, he smiled and said, "Oh, nothing. Please don't get me wrong-I was

Hendrix fell silent.

you and Mrs. Freeman to dinner sometime. Oh,

corners of his lips curling upward. He appeared sincere, but to Hendrix,

glass and took a step closer to

but before he could say anything, Hendrix spoke, "A lowlife like you should stay hidden in the dump where

If you insist