The Sway and Slide of Love novel Chapter 413

Chapter 413 

Finally, Noelle said, “Back in Dynalis, the last time I lowered my pride and asked you–if you had given me ever the slightest chance back then, I wouldn’t have become so completely cold to you. But what did you do instead? 

“You took Sandra on a trip there, and even worse… she ended up pregnant.” 

At that, Noelle couldn’t help but let out a laugh that dripped with mockery. 

Hendrix had looked utterly defeated just moments ago, but the second he heard that, his eyes snapped up. “What did you just say? Who told you her child was mine?” 

Noelle didn’t answer. 

Hendrix immediately pieced it together himself. “It was Sandra, wasn’t it? The day you two ran into each other in the hospital? Why didn’t you ask me? I could have explai 

“That won’t be necessary,” Noelle cut him off. “I didn’t ask because I didn’t care. If the baby is yours, then it’s yours. What does that have to do with me?” 

Just like that, Hendrix was silenced. He stared at the woman in front of him and suddenly realized he had been wrong about her all along. 

He had always thought she was gentle and kind. But now, he saw the truth–she was actually more ruthless than 

anyone. 

Otherwise, what else could he call the way she was stabbing him in the heart, over and over again? 

Hendrix closed his eyes for a moment before speaking, “Yes, you don’t care. But Noelle, I still need to tell you- Sandra’s child isn’t mine. There has never been anything between us. 

“That day in Dynalis, when you ran into us–I was only there for a business deal. She followed me on her own and begged me to have a meal with her.” 

Hendrix kept explaining, even though Noelle had already made it clear that she neither cared nor wanted to know. 

But all she gave him was a flat, indifferent “oh“. 

Hendrix suddenly fell silent. 

They stood there, face to face, just staring at each other, as if trying to figure out how to land the final, fatal blow. 

Or maybe, just contemplating how to clean up the wreckage left behind. 

In the end, it was Hendrix who looked away first. He turned his head, intending to light a cigarette. But the empty drawer reminded him that he had already quit. 

So instead, he opened a bottle of wine for himself. 

The undecanted wine was bitter and astringent, carrying aint of sourness. Hendrix took several swigs before turning to Noelle. 

“Then, why didn’t you leave earlier? My mother arranged everything for you. So, why didn’t you just go back then? 

“I already told you—I wanted to watch you fall from heaven to hell,” Noelle replied with a faint smile, “I know that you had your doubts about me back then. Even though you treated me well, there was also some reservation. That wasn’t enough for the effect I wanted. 

“If I hadn’t rejected Beatrice’s help, how would you have ever believed me? Only this way could I have taken the