I opened my mouth to ask whether he was hurt, but as I was about to speak, I saw a pair of dark eyes staring at me emotionlessly.
I swallowed the words, feeling a little frightened of him.
"Why did you come back?" Hendrix furrowed his brows, and he was still cold towards me.
I lowered my head. After all, I left in a hurry without solving the matter properly. I paused and said, "Hendrix, I'm sorry. I can't leave Aaron alone. If you are still mad at me, you can do anything you want to me!"
He scoffed, "Anything?"
Looking at him, I nodded earnestly. "Yes, you can even hit me."
"Hit you?" He laughed in exasperation. "Arianna, when did you learn the carrot-and-stick method? It looks like you've become sleek in the past few years working in the Roberts Groups."
I had nothing to explain myself.
"Why don't you drink the soup to warm up? You'll have an upset stomach if you don't eat anything!" I changed the topic. Under such a circumstance, I could only be pliant to him. If I was aggressive, I was afraid that things wouldn't end well for us.
At this moment, Hendrix's face was gloomy like the sky on the verge of a storm.
"Aren't you going to explain what's with Aaron?"
I frowned. I couldn't help but feel irritated at the mention of it. Aaron and I went way back into my past. If I had to explain what happened earlier, I had to explain what happened for the past decades in detail. And I really didn't want others to know much about my past.
Staring at his cold face, I rubbed my eyebrows and answered lightly, "Grandma adopted Aaron, just like me. He was a few years older than me, and we grew up together. Then, something happened, and he left Grandma and me. He was gone for a very long time before resurfacing again."
I didn't want to give too much detail. I didn't want to dig into those sorrows.
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