Nerissa had said this mainly for Hendrix's benefit.
He narrowed his gaze and looked back at me, asking, "What do you think of having a guest stay in our home?"
I frowned and answered irritably, "What does it have to do with me?"
After that, I was ready to head upstairs, but he grabbed my hand. He lowered his voice and said, "Tell the driver to send Miss Burton back shortly!"
Nerissa was a little unhappy. Her face turned cold as she scolded, "You brat, why are you becoming less and less cordial? Do you know how cold it is outside? I can't believe you're letting a girl go home by herself. This house is so big, don't tell me you don't have a single room for her. Besides, my place is empty. I want her to stay and accompany me. I don't want to be alone at night."
Seeing that Hendrix's expression had darkened, Andrea took the initiative to speak. "Hendrix, Aunt Nerissa has gone through so much recently. I want to stay and talk to her too. Don't worry, I won't disturb you and Arianna. I just want to talk with Aunt Nerissa so that she won't be so lonely."
Tsk, tsk!
What a truly ideal, considerate woman!
Hendrix frowned and was slightly displeased. However, Nerissa had already put forward her request, so he couldn't find a reason to reject her.
He held me and uttered plainly, "Do whatever you want."
Pulling me upstairs, he looked at me and asked, "Are you angry?"
I paused for a moment before I shook my head and remained silent. I promptly entered the bathroom after that, feeling a little tired.
Nerissa had brought Andrea here so openly and blatantly, and it was obvious that she wanted to threaten me.
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