My thoughts scattered. He is obviously trying to hurt Rowane!
Fortunately, I was feeling kind-hearted enough to spare Rowane, so I held back my impulse to cough. I gritted my teeth in a forced smile, almost gnashing my teeth. "Don't you have any hands, Mr. Roberts?"
He pursed his lips, his usual calm demeanor nowhere to be seen, a certain malicious glee shining in his eyes. "It's not convenient for me to do so. My hands are full!"
While speaking, he picked up the documents that he had put down and raised his eyebrows at me in silent challenge.
I glowered at him but before I could formulate a response, Rowane sprang up, unable to sit still any longer. She said, "Mr. Roberts, I'll leave the documents to you. I still have something to do. I'll excuse myself first!"
Then she left the courtyard, her face sullen.
I looked back at Hendrix, speechless for a moment. What was he trying to do?
A part of me admired Rowane's endurance. From the moment she came in until she left, she had held back her anger and kept a smile on her face the whole time.
When you love someone that much, I guess you could endure anything.
Putting down the fork, I lost my appetite. Looking at Hendrix, I said, "Mr. Roberts, if you don't like her why don't you just tell her directly. When you use this method, how can you be regarded as a gentleman?"
"I'm not a gentleman at all!" He smirked. "What's more, I'm a married man. As a woman, she should not get close to any married man. That is the basic principle of decency. I don't need to tell her that!"
I grouched, a little flustered under his direct gaze. I said, "We are divorcing. You are a bachelor. You can't blame someone for falling in love with an outstanding person like you!"
He sneered. "If I am so excellent, why did you let me go?"
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