It was not until Hendrix stopped to look at the babies in the room upstairs that I managed to catch up to him.
Wynn was already sound asleep. He held Aurelia and played with her in the living area of the bedroom, his eyes filled with love. She had just reached her first month of age, and she was like a palm-sized doll in his arms. Looking at him being so careful with her, I couldn't help but smile.
When he saw me enter the room, his playful expression toward the baby suddenly disappeared. He looked at me apathetically, as if glancing at a stranger. When our eyes met, I subconsciously lowered my head.
"Didn't you say you were coming tomorrow instead?" I asked softly.
Hendrix did not speak, his expression turning even more unsightly as he scrunched his face up seriously. "Are you saying that I didn't come at the right time?"
All of a sudden, Aaron's voice could be heard from behind. "Looks like everyone's here. Let's go to the study together. Uncle Charles has something to say."
He didn't linger around for long. After saying that, he disappeared by the door.
The air was stagnant for about two seconds before Hendrix broke the silence by lifting his foot. He walked into the bedroom to put Aurelia down before striding out.
This sudden disregard puzzled me. How did I provoke him?
Nevermind. Who hasn't had a sudden emotional outburst before? Maybe it's because the situation with Eddison didn't go well. I would talk to him after meeting Charles.
By the time I arrived, Charles and the others were already in their respective seats. Three sternlooking men shifted their attention toward the door simultaneously. If they were just ordinary people, my legs would not have been trembling feebly.
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