The Sway and Slide of Love by Jean Song

Chapter 688

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Chapter 688 Noelle still had a glass in her hand, and Hendrix's sudden embrace nearly made her drop it. She paused for a moment before turning to him. "What are you doing?" Instead of answering her, Hendrix simply lowered his head and kissed her on the shoulder. Even though it was only a light kiss, it still sent a shiver down her spine. She instinctively tightened her grip on the glass and tried to pry his hands off.

"Let go first." Hendrix didn't listen.

"If you don't stop, I'm pouring this water on you." Noelle's tone carried a hint of anger, but Hendrix didn't seem to care. Instead, he took the glass from her hand and downed the water in one go. The empty glass clinked against the marble countertop as he set it down.

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Her dress was already bunched up around her waist. Her fingers dug into the counter's edge, knuckles turning white from how hard she was gripping it.

The entire villa was silent-every little sound seemed amplified in the stillness. Because of this, Noelle bit down on her lip even harder, determined not to let a single sound escape. She'd rather die than risk alerting anyone. Actually, she'd bite Hendrix to death first, then die.

Her lip split from how hard she was biting, the sharp tang of blood spreading across her tongue. Yet despite her efforts, a soft whimper slipped out. She tried to swallow it back, but Hendrix quickly caught her chin-kissing her the moment she turned her head.

His lips still carried the taste of honey, mixing with the faint tang of blood in Noelle's mouth. The strange combination made her frown. She was just about to push him away when a sleepy voice suddenly cut through the air.

"Mommy, Daddy, what are you doing?" The voice made Noelle jolt instinctively. At the stime, Hendrix tightened his grip on her waist, the veins at his temple twitching. But at that moment, that was the least of her concerns. She shoved him away and rushed over to Rosie.

Fortunately, Hendrix had been in a hurry earlier, so they remained perfectly clothed. In fact, once Noelle's dress fell back into place, there was no sign of what had just happened.

Rosie, still half-asleep, rubbed her eyes and yawned.

"What are you doing downstairs?" Noelle asked her.

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"I couldn't find you," Rosie mumbled. "Mommy, what were you doing with Daddy just now?" As she spoke, she lowered her hand and looked up at them with curiosity.

By then, Hendrix had already straightened himself out. He immediately changed the subject. "Don't you have school tomorrow? Go back to sleep now." Rosie stared at him for a second before mumbling a sleepy, "Okay." Then, she turned and started making her way back to her bedroom.

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Noelle wanted to carry her up, but her legs still felt weak. She could barely a stand, let alone carry a child. Thus, Hendrix had no choice but to do it for her.

Rosie was clearly exhausted. As soon as Hendrix placed her back into bed, she instantly fell asleep, as if she had already forgotten everything that had just happened. After tucking her in, Hendrix returned to his own bedroom.

Noelle sat there, looking uneasy. The moment he walked in, she asked, "Is she asleep?" "Yeah," he replied calmly.

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