"Is it because of Hendrix?" Monique asked and sighed. "Arianna, pregnant ladies tend to get emotional easily. Perhaps you're just overthinking it."
After a pause, she added, "Why don't I contact Ian and ask him to come back and have a look at you? He might be able to help you."
I agreed. Someone opened the door, and it was Hendrix.
I continued to talk on the phone, "Take good care of yourself over there."
"Okay!" To which Monique replied. She hesitated for a moment, and added, "Don't tell Josiah that I'm here."
Hendrix had already walked towards me, holding a bowl of plums in his hands.
"I won't," I quickly replied with a short answer, and I hung up the phone.
Since I had ended the call, he sat down beside me and brought a plum to my mouth while saying gently, "Try this."
I shook my head. I really didn't want to eat it.
Seeing that I didn't like it, Hendrix didn't force me. Instead, he stayed in the room with
me quietly. After sitting for quite some time, he brought the documents from his study over to the bedroom, and he started reading them.
I didn't have anything to do anyway, so I picked a book to read.
Monique was always quick-handed. When Ian called me, I was only half- awake while reading a book. So, his call actually woke me up.
Hendrix was reading some documents. But as soon as he heard my phone rang, he raised his head to take a quick glance at me. He then went back to read the documents.
I picked up the phone and went to the balcony to answer it.
"Ian!"
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