The Sway and Slide of Love by Jean Song

So, had something really happened to Noelle? Was she really dead?

No, that couldn't be possible. But if she wasn't, then why couldn't Hendrix find a single trace of her? Even when he had already exhausted all his connections and resources. And more importantly, if she were still alive, how could she not send him even the slightest message?

This was a possibility Hendrix had considered before, but he had never been able to accept it.

Now, his worst fears had been confirmed. The one thing that had kept him going all this time crumbled in an instant. He stood frozen, unable to react.

At that moment, the men charged at him, their weapons aimed directly at him.

Even though he had gone stiff and no longer had the will to live, Hendrix instinctively raised his arm as the blade came down.

The blade struck his arm, and the sharp pain snapped him back to reality. He kicked the man in front of him away. Then, he opened the car door and got inside without hesitation.

let him

had no intention of running. He simply started the car, his expression blank. He then gripped the steering wheel with his still bleeding arm

Jerry Ortiz cursed after hanging up the phone. "Clearwater Hollow was supposed to have been cleared out years ago! How are there

the police station

again. His anger hadn't subsided, so his "hello" was

yes, it's me. What did

changed, and he quickly replied, "Don't worry. I'll handle this seriously. I'll bring my men over right away. Rest

at few officers and headed

confirming his identity, he immediately put on a smile and

hello! Oh, you're injured! Should we

won't be necessary." Hendrix was wearing only a shirt, looking particularly bleak in the chilly autumn weather. But he didn't seem to feel the cold at all-his face was completely expressionless. His handsome features carried an icy edge, as if

more. Instead, he quickly instructed