The Sway and Slide of Love

This was the first time Hendrix had ever put Rosie to sleep. He didn't know what to do, so he tried to imitate Noelle by reading her a storybook. But having never fallen asleep to bedtime stories as a child or read one aloud himself, his tone was inevitably stiff and awkward.

Fortunately, Rosie was already exhausted from crying. So, it didn't take long before she drifted into a deep sleep.noveldrama

Hendrix sat beside her for a while longer, watching her as she slept. Everyone said Rosie looked like him. But now, he saw more of Noelle in her. Her eyes, the shape of her face, even the way she got angry-it was almost identical to Noelle.

Hendrix looked away, closing his eyes to compose himself before finally getting up and leaving. When he returned to his bedroom, it was unsurprisingly pitch dark.

He turned on the light and slowly sat down on the couch in the walk-in closet. The closet had been expanded from the master bedroom. Originally, it was divided into two sides-one for his clothes and one for Noelle's.

But later, he had bought her so many clothes that part of his side had to be given to her. Now, as he looked around, he could see her colorful dresses hanging next to his suits.

Hendrix stared at those dresses for a long time until he suddenly felt something cold slide down his cheek.

...

"Mr. Pritchett!" an eager voice called out from behind.

Dylan paused and turned around.

A man walked up to him with an ingratiating smile on his face. "It's been a while, Mr. Pritchett."

Dylan narrowed his eyes. "I'm sorry, but you are..."

"Mr. Pritchett, you must be so busy that you've forgotten. I'm Caleb Barr-we met at the last conference!"

Dylan forced a smile. "My apologies. I've attended so many conferences lately that I don't recall."

"No worries! I completely understand. It's normal for someone as busy as you to forget a small fry like me."

"Is there something you need?" Dylan had no interest in exchanging pleasantries, but he couldn't afford to seem impatient or aloof. So, he maintained a polite smile as he looked at Caleb.

"Yes, and it's good news!" Caleb glanced around before continuing, "I have an excellent project I'd like to introduce to you. Mr. Pritchett, are you interested?"

Dylan finally let out a laugh. He had tried to hold back, but a trace of contempt still flickered in his eyes.

Fortunately, Caleb didn't notice and was still looking at him expectantly.

"Sorry, but I don't have time for this right now. You might want to find someone

else to discuss it with, Mr. Barr."

With that, Dylan turned to leave.

But the next moment, Caleb said, "Mr. Pritchett, are you really not interested? I actually want to

collaborate with you on this project for a long time. It's just that you were abroad back then, weren't you?

"Oh, come to think of it, our first meeting wasn't at the conference, was it? And I remember there was someone with you at the time."

Dylan stopped in his tracks. Then, he slowly turned around and looked at Caleb.

Caleb still wore a simple, honest smile on his face. "You probably know better than anyone who I'm talking about."

Dylan stared at him for a moment before finally inviting him to his office.

"Mr. Pritchett, here's the project proposal. Have a look—"

"Get to the point," Dylan interrupted. "What did you mean by what you said earlier?"