Hendrix nodded, stood up obediently and stretched out his hand to hold mine.
Aaron said in a displeased tone, "Hey, I called you here to have a meal with me, but why are you already leaving after just taking a few bites?"
"We still have a child at home, so we need to go home to take care of her!" Hendrix said with a smile on his handsome face.
Aaron looked at me and then at Hendrix. Then he shut his mouth, waved his hand to me impatiently and said, "Alright, alright. You two can just go home. Stop acting all lovey-dovey here."
After we walked out of Sunset Restaurant, I asked Hendrix to give me the keys and made him sit in the front passenger seat. He probably drank a little too much since he closed his eyes to rest as soon as he got into the car.
I started the car and couldn't help but want to find some time to visit Yana. I needed to know how she was doing. I believed she must have been utterly disappointed over the past few years, which was why she finally made up her mind to leave Aaron.
At the traffic lights intersection, Hendrix, who was
resting with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes, looked at me and said, "You've taken the wrong road!"
I was stunned and looked at him, perplexed. Then I said, "It's not wrong. This is the right way home!"
He suddenly turned to look at me and said, "Were you going back to the Moore Family?"
It was only a moment later that I suddenly remembered that I had agreed to return to his place back at noon. I paused for a while before continuing, "We have to go and pick Anne up. Isn't she still at my parents' place?"
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