Hendrix looked at me in silence for a long time. It somehow made me feel guilty and made me take a step back in precaution.
His gaze pierced right through me, and his face was dark and cold. Hendrix was intimidating.
"Don't you want to accompany me?" he asked.
I looked down and replied, "No."
I paused, then added, "I'm not in a good mood right now. I don't have the energy to entertain you."
Hendrix grabbed my wrist and pulled me by his bedside. His voice deep and low, he asked, "Is it because I injured myself for Andrea?"
"No," I denied. I had already tolerated Andrea for so many years, so there was no need for me to get mad over such a trivial matter.
He raised his eyebrows and looked at my belly, touching it while he asked, "Is it because of the baby then?"
I rolled my eyes at Hendrix and decided to just keep my mouth shut.
Evan came in with a few containers in his hand, and he arranged them neatly on the table. They were all food.
Hendrix did seem to have prepared plenty of food for our dinner
After arranging the food in place, he looked at Hendrix and said, "Mr. Roberts, do you need anything else?"
Hendrix took a glance at Evan and shook his head, "No. You may leave."
As soon as Evan left the ward, Hendrix looked at me and said lightly, "These are all your favorite."
He was right.
I was already starving at that time, so I started eating, not bothered to reply to him.
However, after a few bites, I felt uneasy under his gaze. So I looked back at him and asked, "Aren't you going to eat?"
Hendrix raised his eyebrows and gestured to the needle on his arm, showing that it was inconvenient for him.
I knew he was hinting for me to feed him, but I pretended not to understand his gesture as I continued to eat my dinner.
I was determined to ignore him. At least until I finish my dinner.
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