After waiting in the car for quite some time, Hendrix arrived and got into his seat with a blank face.
He straightened his body and looked forward steadily, placing his hands on his knees as though he had drawn an invisible line between us.
Only women would sulk silently. But when it came to Hendrix, it unexpectedly suited him. He even looked slightly embarrassed.
As I looked at his sharp jawline, I pursed my lips and held back my laughter. Leaning over to take a closer look at his face, the car came to a sudden stop, and I, who had forgotten to buckle my seat belt, was thrown out of my seat from the inertia.
Just then, a pair of huge hands placed themselves on my waist. With a gentle push, I was brought back onto my leather seat.
When I looked up, I saw Hendrix's furrowed eyebrows. His deep black eyes looked concerned.
I seemed to have read his mind, which implied, "This is the wife I've chosen for myself. Even if I get mad at her, I can only brace myself and continue to spoil her."
"Pfft..." I couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Hendrix's face darkened. He couldn't stand seeing me like this, but he couldn't do anything about it either. Others only suffered defeat from Hendrix, so he had never been treated this way before. He had probably been rendered speechless.
Even so, the hand on my waist was steady. What remained of his stubbornness was used to turn away to not look at me and to refuse talking to me.
As for me, I followed Hendrix's example. I then leaned on his shoulder with nothing to fear, behaving presumptuously throughout the whole journey.
The couple who wanted to adopt Neal were both university professors. They were well educated and had been waiting for us for a very long time. When they saw us arriving home, all they said was that it was fine and didn't show any signs of dissatisfaction at all.
From that, we had a good judge of the kind of people they were. From within me, I had already tacitly approved of them.
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