NovelsFreeNoelle knew she was sick. She knew Seline was no longer in this world, yet she kept hearing her voice lately.
Sometimes, Seline would talk to her as usual, chattering about the latest gossip. Other times, she would cry and ask Noelle why she didn't save her. At times, she would say she had willingly sacrificed herself and that Noelle shouldn't feel guilty.
But then there were times she would angrily call Noelle ungrateful, asking why she had to die, why it had to be her of all people? These voices and images of Seline kept appearing in front of Noelle. They didn't even feel like hallucinations, because when Noelle reached out, she could almost feel Seline's presence.
But Seline was already gone.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHendrix took Noelle to see a psychologist. But Noelle refused to talk to the psychologist. She wouldn't let anyone bring up Seline's name, yet she kept telling Hendrix that she wanted to see Marla and Marshall.
She knew they resented her, but she still wanted to see them. She even felt that only if they lashed out at her would she feel a little better.
"Wait a couple of days. I'll take you to see them once the weather is better," Hendrix said.
Noelle looked at him. "You're lying to me." "I'm not." "You're not going to taketo see them, are you?" "If I promised you something, then you can be sure that I'll make it happen," Hendrix said firmly.
Noelle didn't say anything else. She just turned her head to stare blankly out of the window.
She had found out a couple of days ago that she was in Hendrix's newly built house. From where she was sitting, she could see the green trees in the yard.
But it was clearly winter-when hadn't the leaves fallen? Or had the new year already arrived? So, how long had it been since Seline was gone? Noelle didn't know, nor was she willing to think about it anymore. She just closed her eyes wearily. Hendrix sat beside her for a while, then reached out to tuck her in before leaving the room.
A household staff quickly approached.
"Keep an eye on Noelle. Callimmediately if anything happens." "Yes, Mr. Freeman." The household staff nodded. But by the tshe looked up, Hendrix had already left.
Hendrix drove straight from Roselle Court to Sienna Villa, where Rosie had been staying this whole time. Beatrice cared for her just as she always had, but Rosie never smiled again.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmShe no longer played on the swings or liked any of her dolls. Most of the time, she just locked herself in her room, silently drawing.
Beatrice had also hired a psychologist for her, but it hadn't helped much.
When Hendrix arrived, Beatrice immediately cforward. "How's Noelle? Is she any better?" Hendrix pursed his lips briefly. "She'll get better." Beatrice was momentarily at a loss for words at this answer.
Hendrix then asked, "Where's Rosie?" "She's upstairs drawing." "Okay," Hendrix replied and walked straight upstairs.
Even though Rosie's door was slightly ajar, Hendrix stily knocked before lightly pushing it open.
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