He leaned close and let out a sigh. "No matter what happens in the future, you have to tell me before you go anywhere. It's more painful to worry about a person than you can imagine," he said, looking very much like he had been wronged.
Looking at his sad face, my heart broke a little. I nodded and promised, "I will report to you wherever I go in the future."
Two people being together was like a process of missing and thinking of each other. In this world, having someone who cared about us other than our parents, that's probably what love was.
That was when I noticed what he was doing. I stared at him with my eyes wide open. A little surprised, I choked out, "Hendrix, what are you doing?"
He had slowly pushed my nightdress up to my thighs, and his gentle eyes were fixed on mine. "You're not going to compensate me?"
Blushing, my eyes widened even more, I shook my head in feeble denial. "No, I can't..."
But of course, what happened between a man and a woman couldn't be denied.
Gerald's funeral was on Saturday.
Over the past few days, I had roughly figured out the dual purpose of Hendrix's visit to Oakland. It wasn't just to pay Gerald a visit. It was also because of his plan to get involved in Oakland's business market. Unlike the many industries in the country, Oakland was doing well. Along with the cooperation of the Hayes family, it wouldn't be difficult to make this business venture a success.
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