Rick watched her throwing a tantrum and felt himself grow more tired. He sighed. "If I've really become so indifferent to you that I don't bother with anything you do, will you be happy?"
Kendall's heart sank, thinking that her unreasonable behavior finally broke Rick's patience. She felt sad but also relieved. She nodded at him. "Yes, from today on, treat me as though I'm invisible and I will be happy."
She had been the one who had come to him the moment she got injured.
Rick didn't know how to deal with her. He thought that he should let her cool off for a few days and said, "Alright, from today onward, I will treat you as if you don't exist."
After he said this, Rick indeed did not go to her side anymore. Kendall did not wake up until almost noon. When she went to the kitchen to get food, she found that Rick did not leave her a note like he did on other days. When he came back in the evening, he did not go to her room to talk to her. Although they were in the same house, it was like they were worlds apart.
Although Kendall felt lost, she also felt more at
ease.
This lasted for two days. On the third day, Kendall really couldn't endure the itching of her scalp. She wanted Rick to get someone to wash her hair for her or something.
She bit her lip and stood in front of his study. When she was about to knock on the door, she heard Rick's voice coming from inside. "I won't marry her, nor do I need to marry her. Even if the matter with the Stevens family involves me, it still has nothing to do with me. As for Kendall, as long as you can find her, you can do whatever you want with her. It has nothing to do with me. But it's disgusting that you got someone to mess up my place because you couldn't find her."
"Kendall isn't here with me, I'll say it again. I've long since had nothing to do with her. I don't need to prove that to you, and I won't accept your marriage requests."
After he said so, Rick pushed the door open.
Taken by surprise, Kendall took a step back. Her eyes were blinking madly.
Rick put the phone into his pocket and walked out without looking at her. Kendall suddenly reached out and grabbed him. "Rick."
He immediately stopped. He did not want to injure her already wounded hands.
"What's wrong?" He leaned over to look at her. He was gentle and modest, exactly the same as the first time she saw him.
"I need to wash my hair. Can you find me a hairstylist or something..."
"Okay, I'll arrange it. Why don't you go upstairs and wait?"
He was polite, gentle and distant.
Kendall blinked. She had thought that after Rick said that he would treat her as if she did not exist, he would be particularly cold to her, but she had never thought that he would be gentle to her. She was not used to it. She nodded. "Okay, then I will go upstairs first..."
"Be careful on the stairs."
Rick said the most considerate words, but the way he turned around and left was also natural and decisive.
Kendall looked at his retreating back and sensed that something was wrong, but she couldn't tell what it was.
She lay on the bed staring at the ceiling in a daze. In her mind, she thought of Rick's usual behavior. She remembered the time they spent together. She felt that the Rick she was in love with was not the same Rick who spoke to her today.
Half an hour later, Rick's stylist came to the villa.
As he did a scalp treatment for Kendall, he joked, "I have never seen you before. Are you Rick's new girlfriend?"
"I... don't think so?" she answered awkwardly.
"I don't know if you know Miss Charlotte. I have seen her before. Her hair is much more difficult to manage compared to yours. It's too long."
That was right.
Perhaps it was because her hair was not long enough that Rick didn't like her.
"But, your hair feels nicer, soft and fluffy."
Kendall silently waited for the stylist to finish. She returned to her room and wanted to go to sleep. However, as soon as she opened the door, she saw Rick standing inside.
She was stunned.
Rick smiled at her and said, "Can you sit outside for a while?"
"Oh, okay."
Kendall scratched the back of her head and left the room. She went to the lounge on the second floor and sat down.
She rested her head on her hands.
She still couldn't figure it out. Maybe it was better to ask someone else.
The first person she asked was not Charlotte, but Anne. In her mind, she felt quite silly for going to ask Charlotte about Rick. But when she asked Anne about Rick, it was better. Maybe it was because Anne was Rick's sister, and Charlotte had nothing to do with Rick now.
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