I paused for a moment and smiled. "The reason why he came here to escape wasn't because of me. He probably had someone in his heart and wasn't sure himself, so he came to visit me."
However, I was a little curious about who the girl was.
With that being said, Hendrix didn't say anything else. He used a spoon to dig out the flesh from the middle of the watermelon and put it to my mouth.
I was forced to take a bite and said, "I don't like to eat watermelons." Otherwise, Anne would not like to go to collect crops whenever someone came to visit. She loved having someone eating fruits with her.
As the night deepened, Evan came over. Hendrix stood up and gave Anne a hug. Then, he looked at me and said, "It's getting late. You both should get some rest soon."
I froze for a moment. "You..." He wasn't staying?
I didn't ask him that last question. If he came, I welcomed him. If he left, I wouldn't keep him here.
Anne tilted her head and looked at him in confusion. "Mr. Roberts, don't you want to stay at our house?"
With a slight smile, he knelt down beside Anne and said in a gentle voice, "I have something to do. I will visit you again when I have the time."
Anne nodded her head. She felt disappointed.
He got up and looked at me. With a slight smile, he said, "Go to bed early."
As I watched him leave with Evan, I was quiet for a long time. Then, I brought Anne back into the house. A day in August was still hot.
Counting the years, Anne was almost five years old.
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