I gave the door a few light knocks.
Hendrix looked sideways and saw me standing outside the door. He raised his eyebrows slightly, and there was no trace of malice on his face. He spoke with a faint smile, "What delicious food have you made?"
I smiled and walked into the study, placed the noodles on the table, and wiped the coffee from the desk for him as if nothing happened.
I took the napkin in his hands and threw it away. "Just some noodles. It's my first time making this. Try it."
He smiled gently as if everything that happened was just an interlude. He sat at the table and ate quietly.
I cleaned up the mess on the table for him and asked, "How is Aunt Nerissa doing lately?"
Nerissa was Irvin's stepmother. To some extent, Hendrix and Irvin could even be considered cousins.
He replied as he chewed, "She's fine!"
A file on the table caught my attention. It was a proposal to acquire Granger Group dated two years ago.
Why did he wait until now to sign the contract?
The contract was stained with ink, and I took a tissue to wipe it.
"It's no use!" His deep voice sounded from behind me. "Ink is difficult to clean up, not to mention if it's on paper."
I pursed my lips and placed the documents down without saying anything.
Seeing that he had finished all the noodles in the bowl, I smiled and asked, "How was it?"
He nodded. "Very flavorful." He put his arm around me and kissed my forehead. "Yana should be discharged soon. Let's go see her tomorrow."
He rarely remembered such trivial matters, so I nodded and smiled, "Sure, let's go together."
I took a slight pause and decided to test the waters. I asked, "Hendrix, let's make an appointment to remove the ring, okay?"
He pursed his lips slightly, "Hmm?"
"Let bygones be bygones, right?" I looked up at his face while saying. "Anne is a Saunders. I love her, and so do you. With Josiah visiting her, it just means that she'll have one more person to dote on her. It is a good thing."
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