For a moment, I was at a loss for words. When did I say these words? When did I ruin his true feelings?
Choking on his anger, Hendrix stared at me. I suppressed my own anger and said calmly, "Send her back to change her clothes!"
Hendrix did not move and but just stared at me, "So, you admit that you have said those words?
I frowned and felt like cursing at him. A sliver of my true emotions slipped out "Hendrix, is your brain water- logged? You'll just blindly believe whatever she says?"
"That's why I'm asking you, did you say that?" He looked at me seriously and enunciated each word, "If you say that you didn't, I will believe you!"
Rowane probably didn't expect Hendrix to be so rational. For a moment, she paled.
I was also stunned. I wanted to speak up for him, but I hesitated for a moment. I had been trying my best to push him away, and if I spoke true, wouldn't that mean Rowane was right?
"Why don't you just take her back first!" Since we were to be separated, there was no need to prolong things.
I turned around to leave when Hendrix grabbed my hand. His eyes were stormy as he stared at me for a while before he suddenly smiled. "Arianna, you are truly amazing!"
The voice was especially cold, as if one was gnashing their teeth in a display of extreme anger.
I felt a jolt in my heart, but I shook off his hand and went back to the private room of the restaurant.
Mr. Attwood had finished eating and was chatting with Hugo. When he saw me coming in, he smiled in welcome and said, "Where did you go? I see that you didn't eat much, so Hendrix, that little rascal, ordered a bowl of porridge for you."
I was stunned for a moment. Indeed, there was a bowl of porridge on the table.
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