After taking our bags, we headed out. At that moment, Hendrix came in through the door. He looked weary, with stubble covering his chin. It seemed that he had just returned from the company.
Freya laughed at him. "Wow, is this Mr. Roberts? Did you just come back from a mining site?"
I stretched out my hand and patted her arm to stop her from continuing. Then I said to Hendrix, "You worked overtime all night. Freya will accompany me to the hospital today. You can go upstairs and get some sleep."
Hendrix looked at me, then at Freya. Finally, he insisted, "Wait for me in the car. Give me five minutes, I just have to shave, and I'll be out in no time."
After speaking, he went straight to the bathroom on the first floor. I heard him ordering the servant upstairs to bring him his electric shaver.
Hendrix favored the shaver I chose for him.
After waiting for a while, Freya dragged me out of the house and got into Hendrix's car.
Five minutes later, Hendrix got into the driver's seat and set off to the hospital.
I secretly observed Hendrix's appearance through the rearview mirror and felt that he had returned to normal after shaving his beard. He looked as handsome as ever. No one could tell that he had just been up all night doing work.
Freya was a restless person. Not long after we started driving, she began to blabber, "Mr. Roberts is so busy, yet he still has time to accompany Arianna to the hospital, unlike my husband. We had to wait for a year before he got some free time, but he contributed his holiday to go to that academic meeting instead. Tsk, tsk, tsk..."
I felt helpless. It was alright for besties to gossip and complain about their husbands among themselves, but if they complained about their husbands to other men, it would more or less bring shame upon themselves. After giving birth to a child, Freya became increasingly talkative, not knowing when to stop and what she shouldn't say. I made a mental note to lecture her about this in the future.
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