These words were blatant provocation. Hendrix pursed his lips and his black eyes overflowed with malice. "Where did you get this confidence from, Mr. Granger? Do you think she would be attracted to you?"
I...
Irvin raised his eyebrows and looked at me seriously. He smiled and said, "Arianna, what do you think of me? Do you hate me?"
His words were a trap. Hendrix held my hand tightly, the strength of his grip intensifying.
I pressed my lips together. Then, I decided not to speak as this was truly an irrelevant matter.
When he saw that I was silent, Hendrix looked mockingly at Irvin and said, "My wife is certainly extraordinary, but Mr. Granger, you should be more clear-headed and remember that she is already a married woman."
Their conversation was such a bore.
After giving Irvin a cold glare, Hendrix dragged me straight into his room.
Although it was just a few steps, he still insisted on carrying me in.
As soon as the bedroom door closed, Hendrix suddenly pinned me to the door.
He pressed his strong hand on my waist and looked down at me. His voice was filled with suppressed rage. 'Aren't you going to explain yourself? Hmm?"
I pursed my lips and sighed slightly. "There's nothing going on between us. He must have been busy with his parents' affairs, so he hasn't rested well these days and fell asleep next to me just now. I kindly covered him with the quilt, but after that, he pulled me into his arms and that happened."
After a pause, I apologized after gazing at his handsome and gaunt face. "I know I shouldn't have been kind, but Hendrix, I can't just ignore him. If it weren't for him, I could have very well been dead right now. This has nothing to do with liking him. He saved me, and I owe him my life. He was with me through my darkest days, and now it's my turn to return the favor as he goes through dark times as well. Hendrix, I hope you can understand me, okay?"
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