"I'm hanging up!" Hendrix said solemnly.
I stood behind him and stared at his broad back. My heart hurt. I thought that after four years, I had finally come to terms with everything, and that I was okay.
Apparently, the pain had only been deeply concealed.
Noticing that there was someone behind him, he turned around. His handsome face was filled with sorrow and pain.
Instantly, he switched back into his usual gentle demeanor. He looked at me and smiled. "You're awake! Are you hungry?"
I shook my head. I slowly walked up to him and leaned myself into his embrace, in search of a sense of security. "I'm fine, Hendrix."
I was really fine; I just don't have full control over my emotions at times.
He hugged me and patted me on the back, as if coaxing a child. "I know. Just get some rest, everything will be okay."
The dispute between Hendrix and Nerissa was something that I hadn't expected.
Hendrix, who hadn't been to the office for several days, handed everything over to Austin.
I wasn't in the hall when Nerissa arrived.
The two of them were just chatting initially, but for some reason, their conversation turned into an argument.
At first, I didn't want to get involved. However, upon hearing how loud they were becoming, I couldn't help but exit the bedroom to take a look.
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