GoodNovelChapter 562 Hendrix trailed behind Dylan the entire time. He knew how despicable his actions were this wasn't something he should be doing, but he couldn't help himself.
He even wished he could live-stream the scene to Noelle, letting her see the true colors of the man she had chosen. But he didn't.
Doing something like that wouldn't carry much weight. Besides, he didn't want to stoop to that level. All he needed to do was tear off Dylan's mask and make sure he stayed away from Noelle.
Dylan didn't deserve her-not even a little! Dylan soon led the woman into a room.
Hendrix didn't approach immediately. Instead, he stood outside, finishing a cigarette before slowly making his way forward. He moved in a calm and deliberate manner, and when he reached the door, he gave it several light knocks.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThere was no response from inside. Hendrix narrowed his eyes, the mockery in his gaze growing more pronounced.
He knocked again.
This time, Dylan answered. "Who is it?" Hendrix remained silent.
Dylan asked twice more before walking over to the door.
Through the door, Hendrix could hear the sound of someone drawing closer. He couldn't help but smirk and even took out his phone to call the hotel, requesting a copy of the surveillance footage showing Dylan bringing a woman to the room.
Though Hendrix himself would never stoop to such tactics, having someone else do it was a different story. He was doing this for Noelle's sake, after all.
Hendrix timed it perfectly. Just as he hung up the phone, Dylan opened the door. When Dylan saw him, he was visibly stunned.
Hendrix, however, smiled and said, "Mr. Pritchett, what a coincidence!" "What are you-" Before Dylan could finish, Hendrix pushed past him and strode inside.
Though he had already seen everything clearly, he wanted Dylan to admit defeat without a shred of doubt.
Once he caught the two of them red-handed...
Hendrix suddenly stopped in his tracks. Every thought that had been swirling in his mind moments ago vanished that instant. He stood frozen, his eyes widening bit by bit.
The woman in front of him was rooted to her spot as well. She was wearing a hotel bathrobe, a towel in her hand as she dried her hair. Her brows were slightly furrowed her eyes locking with his.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHendrix stared at her, his deep eyes filled with nothing but confusion-yes, confusion.
Had he been mistaken? There was no doubt about it-he must have been! How could it be Noelle? Just moments ago, Hendrix had clearly seen that the woman had short hair.
Hendrix's gaze fell on her still-dripping hair. The length was exactly the sas what he had seen earlier.
He quickly regained his composure
and turned to Dylan. Then, he chuckled coldly and said, "You'ren Borsand, disgusting Do you know that? you're going to cheat on Noelle, why would you find someone who looks to just like her?" Conte
Dylan finally understood what he was implying, and his voice turned dow "What nonsense are you talking about?" "Isn't that the case?" Hendrix said with a chuckle. "Or are you going to tellthat she "
"You didn't see wrong, and it's not someone who just looks like men Noelle cut him off. Yam Noelle. Mr. Freeman, may I ask why you've chere in the middle of the night?" The moment she finished speaking, Hendrix fell completely silent.
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