Hendrix's expression grew darker and colder to the point of being downright frightening.
"There's no need to be jealous, Mr. Reid. At the very least, you won't be able to touch what I'm holding in my arms for the rest of your life. Compared to your wishful thinking, I'm being much more practical!"
This person had nothing good to say. After ending the call, Hendrix raised his hand to stroke the hair behind my ear. There was no sign of anger on his face, and he only said, "I'll take you to the hospital tomorrow."
I pursed my lips. I felt a little tired, so I closed my eyes and got ready to sleep.
That night, I slept well.
I woke up the next day.
Hendrix was in the bedroom, and he had already gotten changed. His slender body was sitting on a chaise lounge as he used the laptop. I didn't know if he was doing work, or going through other documents.
Seeing that I was awake, he put down the laptop, got up and walked over to me. He bent over to kiss my forehead and asked, "Are you going to sleep in for a bit?"
I frowned, "What's the matter?"
He raised his eyebrows and said, "We agreed yesterday that we're going to see the doctor today."
"I'm not going!" Although Irvin was gone, I was still an employee of the Granger Group. The Fantasia Company was a project that I brought in, so there was no reason to give up halfway.
He frowned and gave me a tight hug. He pecked me lightly on the lips as he hugged me in his arms. "Get up and go wash up first."
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