The Sway and Slide of Love

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...

"She's doing well, of course," Hendrix finally responded, his face devoid of any expression. "She's my wife, so naturally, I will give her the best care possible. There's no need for you to concern yourself with her well-being."noveldrama

"That's good to hear. I was worried that what happened with Ms. Swift might have affected her. I'm glad to see she's recovered."

Hendrix immediately frowned.

"It's unfortunate what happened to Ms. Swift," Dylan continued. "She was such a good person."

"What are you trying to say?" Hendrix asked.

"Huh?" Dylan feigned confusion. Then, he smiled and said, "Oh, nothing. Please don't get me wrong-I was just musing out loud."

Hendrix fell silent.

"If there's a chance, I'd like to invite you and Mrs. Freeman to dinner sometime. Oh, and how is Rosie doing?"

Dylan looked at Hendrix, the corners of his lips curling upward. He appeared sincere, but to Hendrix, it felt more like a threat.

Hendrix quickly set down his wine glass and took a step closer to Dylan. As he moved, the air around them seemed to freeze.

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

belong. If you insist on coming.

and showing off, don't blame me for crushing you."

With that, he turned and walked away without waiting for Dylan's reaction.

The host of the event quickly approached, looking nervous as he said something to Hendrix.

Hendrix gave a brief reply before walking off, leaving the host standing there caught between confusion and fear.

Right now, Hendrix definitely possessed the kind of presence that demanded respect. A mere furrow of his brows was enough to make people nervous, afraid they had done something to displease him.

The host didn't know what had happened, but others had clearly witnessed the exchange between Hendrix and Dylan. And the deficate tension between them was no secret to anyone.