"Uh- huh." Hendrix raised his eyebrows as he looked at my right hand by my side.
Somehow, I reached out my hand.
After, Hendrix reached out, writing down his surname on my palm.
After he finished writing, he took back his hand and looked up at me, "What did I write?"
This scene was somewhat familiar. When Hendrix found out Jordan had asked someone to impersonate me, he played this game with me in the car.
Back then, the answer was...
"Roberts." I looked at him, saying in a daze.
"You're wrong." Hendrix was merciless, yet his words were the same.
"No way. I saw it clearly. It's Roberts." I was calm as I said the same words as last time, looking at him intently.
Standing to one side, Jordan looked left and right, not knowing what was going on.
After that, Hendrix said, "I'll give you another chance."
He held my hand, writing down the word Aurelia.
There was a lump in my throat. I began to sob as I said with tears and laughter, "It's my daughter's name."
Hendrix smiled faintly for a while before taking back his hand, "Wrong again."
After a pause, he said, stressing every syllable, "This is my answer."
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