I laid on the bed, spacing out at the ceiling for a long time, before coming back to my senses.
Maybe I really had fallen sick, or the extremely selfish me, was the real me.
Hendrix wasn't in the hotel. After I washed up, I got ready to leave and bumped into Aaron who was ready to knock on my door.
Seeing my haggard face, he frowned and asked, "Didn't you sleep well last night?"
I pinched the bridge of my nose and shook my head, saying, "I'm fine. Is there any news about Anne?"
He mumbled a reply in acknowledgement and gestured for me to go inside to speak.
I moved away and made way for him, allowing him to enter the room.
I sat on the couch and didn't say anything, waiting for him to speak.
He poured himself a glass of water and looked at me. "Arianna, are you happy being with Hendrix?" he asked.
I furrowed my brows and was somewhat unhappy as I replied, "Aaron, I thought you came to talk
about Anne with me."
He rubbed his nose and coughed awkwardly before saying, "Yes, I did come to talk to you about Anne, but what matters most right now is you. Anne has Hendrix, the Saunders family, and the Reid family. Let's talk about your issue first, alright?"
I was a little uncomfortable with him suddenly looking at me with such solemness. I pressed my lips together and said to him, "What issue do I have?"
"Just answer my question."
I frowned and became upset. However, I was still under his scrutiny, so I had to answer, "Things have always been fine between me and Hendrix."
He curled his lips and asked again, "I'm asking whether you're happy, not whether things are fine."
Somehow, I felt that he was being nitpicky and that agitated me. I scowled and said, "Aaron, can you tell me what is happiness?"
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