After searching around the house, I couldn't find Hendrix anyway. It looked like he had gone out after I came home.
I then sent a message to Evan, asking about Hendrix's whereabouts.
I then received a text back that said, "Mrs. Roberts, I am accompanying Miss Anne in Mesville at the moment."
I was stunned then lowered my head to type on the screen. "Didn't Anne leave by herself? Haven't you been with Hendrix these past few days?"
"I've followed her without her knowledge, so she doesn't know I'm here. Mr. Roberts asked me to take good care of her. He didn't say anything else."
This means that Hendrix had been on his own this whole time. No one knew where he went or what he'd done.
He had always been a troublesome man. Compared to his younger days, he was causing me way more trouble right now.
Evan and the others were abroad right now. It wouldn't be wise for them to worry about things back home, so I made up something to reassure him. I wrote back to him, "No wonder Hendrix has been complaining about back pains everyday after work. I understand. Thank you for the update. Take good care of Anne for me and be safe."
I then received a simple 'okay' response from Evan.
Him too? Was it so hard to use a few more words?
I couldn't tell anyone how much I hated this habit they all shared.
After putting down my phone, I felt flustered, so I sat down on the sofa, turned on the TV, and randomly switched channels to vent.
A show that was running an interview with Cyril suddenly popped out.
The host was quite bold and he went straight to asking him about a sensitive topic. "I wonder, what requirements do you have for your other half?"
"You mean my future wife?" Cyril looked calm and comfortable, which made him look very sophisticated.
"You could put it that way." The host nodded ambiguously and continued to urge him to answer, "Or, in terms of feelings, would you prefer to have met and learn about each other or are you very particular right off the bat?"
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