Knowing that he was angry, I whispered to bid goodbye to Monique. Then I walked towards him in a good manner while bowing my head and said, "Thank you!"
He gave me a cold-eyed stare. It seemed that his pair of eyes were deep and unwavering without any emotion. He uttered coldly, "Get into the car!"
I dare not to say a word and got in the car obediently.
After driving for a few whiles, I got a message from Monique that she had arrived home. So I looked out the window to see that we were almost at the villa as well.
Looking at the man beside me, he was as cold as always. I would not dare to speak more if it was not him that start the conversation.
At the villa, he parked the car and then walked to the villa straight away. I followed him and explained to him after giving a second thought, "Hendrix, I thought you were drunk, that's why I gave Doctor Saunders a call. Believe me that I have no other thought."
Despite knowing that it was needless to explain, I still did it. I knew that he would not give a damn even if I explained to him.
He suddenly stopped walking, he turned around and glanced at me. He slightly narrowed his eyes, and said in a deep voice, "Huh? Do you think Josiah will have a fancy for you?"
The word shut me up. I was speechless for a moment and could say no more.
That's right, not to mention that Josiah was Hendrix's buddy, but I was still Hendrix's nominal wife. Even if he wasn't, Josiah wouldn't necessarily have a fancy for me.
To Hendrix, I was just a speck of dust in the mud, which was petty and low. If it wasn't for Dalton's tender affection for me, I probably wouldn't even have the right to meet Hendrix, not to say marry him.
Seeing that I didn't say a word, Hendrix glanced at me with his cold eyes and he was getting ready to go upstairs.
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