"Okay."
I hung up the call, but I didn't want to go back to the villa. So, I took a taxi to Bronzy Condo.
I was out of sorts. Once I arrived at the Bronzy Condo, I turned off my cell phone, locked the door, wrapped myself in the blanket, and I fell asleep quickly.
But because of the headache, I was only halfasleep. I was fully awakened by the sudden loud banging at the front door.
When I walked out of the bedroom, the front door had already been broken. Hendrix was standing by the door with furrowed brows.
His face was dark when he saw me, and he asked in a low voice, "Why didn't you answer the phone? Why are you here?"
I rubbed my temples and replied to him indifferently, "I turned off my phone. And fix the door, please." Then, I returned to the bedroom, planning to go back to sleep.
Yet, lying on the bed, I was no longer sleepy. I stared blankly at the ceiling.
Hendrix came in and saw that I was deep in my own thoughts with my eyes wide open. He pulled me up from the bed and commanded, "Get up to eat something."
"I'm not hungry," I really wasn't. I didn't feel hungry.
He knitted his brows and lowered his voice. "Why did you suddenly come to the Bronzy Condo?"
"Just because."
"Arianna," He raised his voice. "I understand your tantrums, but at least you have to let me know why. Don't leave me guessing, okay?"
His voice was a little hoarse, and I could tell that he was tired.
I felt like I was being unreasonable and ungrateful by acting this way.
My mind wandered off looking at him. Absentmindedly, I asked, "Hendrix, have you ever felt sorry for Andrea's baby?"
He must be sad since the miscarriage was so sudden.
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