After a pause, she looked at me, aiming to gossip and said, "I think Hendrix wants to prolong things with you, so he moved here. I kind of like the way he does things. I'm completely head over heels."
Stunned speechless, I didn't reply.
Seeing that it was getting dark, Naomi got ready to leave. I walked her downstairs and saw Hendrix and Sebastian chatting.
Seeing Naomi ready to leave, Sebastian stood up and offered, "I'll give you a ride!"
"It's okay, I drove here!" Naomi looked a little unhappy.
I really didn't know what went down between the two of them.
Sebastian ignored Naomi's rejection and went out of the living room.
I made to follow, but Hendrix stopped me. "Why are you following?"
I frowned. "Of course, to send Naomi off!"
"Someone else will send her off!" After that, he stood in front of me, blocking my way with his slender body, and fixed his gaze on me.
All of a sudden, he asked, "Does your stomach still
hurt?"
I shook my head, thought for a moment, and said, "Thank you for what you did just now. I'm much better now."
Since it was late, I was thinking of sending him off as well, but he suddenly said, "It's nearing autumn, you should wear more layers when you go out."
"Okay!"
I started to pull my wrist from his grasp, but he held on tighter. "Where is the ointment?"
Noticing that he was looking at the place where I had burnt myself this afternoon, I pursed my lips and said, "It's almost recovered. I'm fine!"
He frowned and went to take out the ointment from my bag, and ignoring my protests, applied it on the wound.
He stared at me with deep, dark eyes then said softly, "Does Sebastian apply it better than me?"
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