Perhaps that was the tacit understanding after ten years of being together. Although he tried his best to hide it, I could still notice his slight change in mood.
"Are you in trouble?" I poured a glass of water and placed it in front of him.
Hendrix paused for a moment. Then, in the blink of an eye, he returned to normal as if nothing had happened. His expression was calm as he said, "It's just a small problem. A subordinate made a stupid mistake, and it's been solved."
I wasn't sure how small his problem was to have him lose his temper.
But he wasn't telling the truth. I could tell he was lying because his voice always sounded different when he did so.
Freya was right. Hendrix was really in trouble.
"Hendrix." I placed a hand on his thigh and said softly, "Regarding GW Group's shares and financial matters, are you really in such a rush?"
Hendrix turned to look at me with a surprised and complicated look in his eyes. "Did someone tell you anything?"
There were no emotions in his words, but I became guilty and panicked. Finally, I lowered my head to avoid his gaze and tried to act casual. "No, I was just asking. Why do you think..."
I felt that I w+as getting better and better at lying to him. I did not know how I had the courage to look up at him with a serious expression. "I mean, you're busy enough now, and we have to prepare for the pregnancy. If you're busy with the company's financing at this time, can you still take care of our family and protect me?"
There was no other way. I couldn't possibly betray Freya and tell him that she looked down on him and thought he was power-hungry, so I could only think of another excuse.
Moreover, that was also the truth. The people around him were all busy with their own careers after they had their own families. Hendrix had no trustworthy people around him. He supported the whole Roberts Group alone. He didn't even have the time to sleep, so I was really afraid that Hendrix's body would collapse before long.
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