The more I thought about it, the angrier I got. All I wanted to do was to rant to someone. It wasn't until I finally managed to put Anne to sleep that I ran back to my room and called Hendrix for a video call.
The call connected. My gloomy face stared back at me on my phone screen as I waited for Hendrix to pick up. Soon, he picked up my call and his gaze immediately met with my angry eyes.
He frowned and asked with a smile, "Did I offend my wife again today?"
"Yes, you've provoked me," I said.
If not for revenge, I wouldn't have had to fake a divorce and go on a blind date with Santiago or anyone else. Not only that, Valerie and Pedro wouldn't have kept their secrets and schemed against me.
Although what I said were merely words of anger, as a woman I tend to get emotional when I was upset.
Hendrix frowned and looked a little confused. He said, "I came back from the hospital last night and stayed over at the office. Save for Evan, the only person I spoke to today was the secretary who came in to deliver my coffee. Which of them annoyed you?" he asked.
He had a pretty clear conscience, so obviously, he was just teasing me. I couldn't stay angry at him for very long.
I didn't hold back my laughter as I chuckled, "Stop teasing me. By the way, I went on a blind date today."
"A blind date?" Hendrix barked as he narrowed his eyes, doubting me. Then, he continued to joke lightly, "Those who would dare to go on a blind date with you are seeking death. There are still people in Jarold City who would dare to do so?"
I was both offended and anxious, "Why would they be courting death? Am I that terrible?" I mumbled.
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