Regardless of the woman and the boy, I knew about Irvin's feelings for me. We had known each other for some time now. I would feel guilty to choose someone else even though I had no feelings for him.
"Understood." Irvin nodded and kept silent.
I looked at the woman and the boy. I didn't know what to say to break the awkward silence, so I had to escape. I turned to Hendrix and said, "Please wait here. I don't have many things to pack, so I'll come back down soon."
Just as I was about to head upstairs, Irvin grabbed my wrist and asked, "Are you going to move out?"
Almost at the same time, Hendrix walked forward and shook his hand off before Irvin could react. "Should she stay here and watch your little family reunion instead?"
Hendrix deliberately pushed me to the side and forced himself to stand between Irvin and me. He said proudly, "You'd better get this in your head, she is my woman now."
Hendrix greatly irritated Irvin. Irvin's veins popped out on his forehead. "It's been so many years, but you still sound just as annoying!"
I noticed that his hands that were hanging by his side had clenched into fists.
The situation was getting out of control. My brain had to work fast. I quickly pulled Hendrix up and went upstairs. "There are still some heavy things that I can't lift. Come help me!"
Luckily, Irvin didn't follow us.
As soon as I went upstairs, I let go of Hendrix and walked into my bedroom, "I don't understand why you are so hostile towards Irvin."
"You should ask him." Hendrix calmly glanced at the door, watching me pack.
A moment later, he asked, "Does he sleep here too?"
I folded my clothes and answered, "His room is next door."
Hendrix did not pursue the matter any further.
When I was about to drag my luggage over to Hendrix's villa across the street, he grabbed my luggage handle.
"Am I not moving there?" I pointed to the mansion which Hendrix had just moved into.
"Too old. I'm not used to living there."
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