His eyes were teary and his voice was low. "During the day, he would be cold and decisive in Roberts Group. Once the night fell, he began to hurt himself. He had to endure it day after day. Sometimes he drank until his stomach bled. But when he was sober, he would grab me and ask, 'Evan, should I look for her? It's okay to look from a distance, right?' However, he would fall into silence again the next day after he woke up."
"He hid his emotions very well, but he was still human. Even if he hid his emotions well, there are times when he would still fall apart. Mrs. Roberts, you both don't have to live in the past. You just need to live in the present and the future. As long as you love him, you both can go on. You don't have to keep torturing each other."
The green light of the traffic light lit up. I was distracted. I never thought that one day, I would hear everything about Hendrix from an outsider.
Both shock and absentmindedness were present.
We had so many obstacles in the past. But now, we had indeed passed them all.
After picking up Anne, I took her back to the house.
Before leaving, Evan looked at me. He pursed his lips. "Mr. Roberts is going back to Jarold City tonight."
He left after saying that.
I sent Hendrix a text message. I didn't say much, I just reminded him to be careful on the road.
Seconds after the message was sent, he called me on the phone. He said in a gentle voice, "Have you eaten dinner yet?"
On the other end of the phone, he seemed to be ready to get on the plane. I nodded. I looked up at the dark sky and said, "I've eaten."
"Take good care of yourself and have your meals on time. Wait for me to come back." His voice was very soft, but it was enough to hear clearly.
I nodded as I heard the announcement calling for boarding coming from the other side of the phone.
I said, "I'm going to hang up now. Let's talk when you get home!"
"Alright!"
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