I shook my head and said, "Mrs. Sanders, you can take the money, live well. I will be more relieved if you take it. Otherwise, I am going to worry about you when we go back. Just keep it so as to make me feel at ease. Just take it and live a good life with Mr. Sanders in the future. Don't worry, everything will get better soon."
Seeing her tears start to fall, I really didn't know what to say. I left with Hendrix after finishing my words.
In the car.
I couldn't help but sigh.
Hendrix looked at his watch and asked, "What do you want to eat?"
I almost forgot we hadn't eaten anything, from morning till now. Thinking of this, I couldn't help looking back into the dark alley.
Hendrix seemed to know what I was thinking about and spoke, "Don't worry. I've already asked someone to send food to them. Now, put everything aside and think about what you want to eat."
I thought for a moment and said, "Let's go have stew. It's already so late. It's not good to go too
far."
He smiled faintly, like he had no choice. He raised his hand to pinch my face and said, "After a busy day, do you still remember what you were supposed to do today?"
I nodded. "Let's go to the hospital some other time. No need to hurry."
He gave me a light kiss on my face and uttered with some helplessness, "All right, let’s go eat!"
In the following days, he was busy almost every day. In November, Roberts Group had to prepare a quarterly operation report, and also began to prepare for the development of the following year. There were too many things that kept him occupied at work, so much so that he left home early and returned home late almost every day.
Although I was no longer working at Milton Group, the resignation formalities still had to be dealt with in accordance with the allocated process. Originally, I planned to ask Naomi for dinner, but when I finished and called her on the phone, she said that she had already left for Asherton.
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