I looked at Hendrix and couldn't help but ask worriedly, "Is this going to be something very difficult to deal with?"
He smiled calmly, without any change in the expression on his face. However, his slightly sunken eyes made him look a little tired. "It's okay, don't worry!" he comforted me.
I knew that he was saying that because he didn't want me to worry about him, and there had been many times that he didn't want to tell me anything. He wanted to settle everything on his own, so that I wouldn't feel any pressure.
I suddenly realized that he and I seemed to be the same kind of people. We cared and needed each other very much. However, we seemed to care about each other so much that we both wanted to protect each other in our own way, so that we would not make each other worry.
Therefore, when we encountered difficulties, we would hide the anxiety in our hearts. We won't say anything because we didn't want to put pressure on the other party.
However, the more we acted like this, the more we would worry each other, and the more helpless we
would feel.
I looked at him and was silent for a moment, then I got up and poured him a glass of water. I looked at him and said seriously, "Hendrix, maybe in your opinion, no matter what you encounter, I can't help you, so you try to protect me, and are unwilling to share your troubles with me. But Hendrix, have you ever thought about what the biggest difference between a married couple, and other relationships are?"
"The reason why we became husband and wife is that we need each other. No matter what difficulties or pain we encounter, we share them with each other. Even if it's just a hug, it is also a way of sharing. Hendrix, could you not hide anything from me, and tell me everything? I hope I can share your troubles and stresses. I also hope that in your world, you'll need me. Is that okay?"
I looked at him, and my mood gradually calmed down. I knew that everything we had reached a turning point.
He wasn't expecting me to say these things to him. When our gaze met, his dark eyes spoke volumes and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised. He pulled me into his arms and said, "Silly woman, you have always been the one I needed the most, from beginning to the end."
I let him hug me while listening to his deep voice.
"I'm not telling you because I know that as long as you stay by my side, you already are my strength. As long as you are here, I can solve any problems easily."
I nodded. Listening to his deep and magnetic voice, I couldn't help but point out, "Digging up your past, plagiarism, and now someone's dead. Hendrix, who on earth is targeting you?"
Before he could answer, I couldn't help but ask, "Is it Kaleb? He is likely in the country now, and has been staying in Asherton all this time."
He held me in his arms and said gently, "Don't worry, I'll deal with it. Just take good care of yourself."
It seemed that he still didn't want me to get involved in these things. After a short pause, I nodded and stopped asking. I let him hold me for a while. As he was busy dealing with the company's affairs, he didn't have the time to get lovey-dovey with me.
He had called a board meeting and had to go. I found Evan and went straight to the point, "Evan, I would like to go and take a look at the place where Sonia fell to her death. Is that okay?"
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