Hendrix released his grip. He did not exert a lot of force but a sharp pain traveled from my chin to my heart.
It hurt so much that it made me curl my toes.
I had yet to recover after being drenched in the rain. Currently, I confronted him but he suddenly loosened his grip. Immediately, my body gave way and I fell into his arms.
He held me in his arms. After years of training, I could feel his muscles under his clothes. I was weak and I did not want to quarrel with him. Therefore, I closed my eyes and leaned against him.
"You've gotten smart. You even know how to put up an act!" His low voice rang in my ears. He was still angry.
He patted my cheeks a few times. It was a little painful. However, I was not feeling too well and I did not feel like opening my eyes.
He probably came to his senses when I did not respond. He carried me and took me back to my bedroom.
He put me on the bed and everything was quiet.
I thought he was too lazy to care about me. Shortly after, I heard him making a phone call to Josiah. It appeared that he was asking Josiah to come and check on me.
I guess that rock was not that cold. Over ten minutes later, I was already half- asleep when I heard Josiah's voice vaguely.
"Hendrix, have you decided what to do with the child?"
Hendrix replied impatiently, "It's getting late. Go back and rest!"
Sometimes, I felt sorry for Josiah. He was a famous doctor in the world but Hendrix always ordered Josiah around. It was indeed quite depressing for Josiah.
I tended to sleep a lot. Moreover, I went to a lot of places during the day, thus I was exhausted. It did not take long for me to fall asleep.
In the middle of the night, I was half-awake when someone pulled me into his arms. I tried to open my eyes but I was too sleepy and gave up.
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