Hendrix stiffened at my words. His eyes scanned me, and although I couldn't tell what he was thinking, I knew that he wasn't in the best mood.
"Have you thought it through?" he asked.
"Yes," I nodded.
"What do you want from me?" he asked with a calm expression. Too calm. For a moment there, I thought that he was just tolerating my tantrum.
I paused for a while before answering him, "I don't want anything from you. In fact, I don't want me or the baby to have anything to do with you in the future!"
Since I wanted to cut off what was between us, then I should cut it off cleanly.
He narrowed his eyes at me and asked, "Have you ever thought of how you're going to raise the child on your own? Who are you planning to ask for help? Is it Sawyer or Aaron?"
I stared at him in disbelief. "Hendrix, what kind of person do you think I am? Don't judge me by your own standards!"
"What standard do I have?" He leaned towards me and asked, "I've explained about my relationship with Andrea countless times. However, are you not going to tell me about Aaron if I never asked?"
I frowned at his words as I didn't understand what he meant.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
He raised his eyebrows at me and said, "You refused to come with me to Valerie's birthday party. But later on, you appeared in Pearis Manor with Aaron, and yet you never explained about that."
That left me speechless. I couldn't come up with an explanation.
He was very good at controlling his emotions. He looked at me and continued, "I never asked you about that because I was hoping that you would come to me with an explanation. Actions speak louder than words, Arianna. This is how I show my love for you."
"Aaron and I..." I wanted to say more, but I couldn't. I started to get uncomfortable.
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