He raised his eyebrows. "What's wrong? All I said was the truth."
Astonished, I replied, "Don't you always hate being gossiped about?" In the Roberts Group building, he had his own private elevator, so he could easily avoid conversations with people. So, how could he suddenly be so talkative now after getting into an elevator with me?
And to think that he was even being friendly with others.
With a faint smile, he held me in his arms out of habit and said, "You are my wife. What others say is a fact and not petty gossip."
Pulling myself away from him, I dragged him to the sofa and looked at him. I said, "You can't just pull me in for a hug anytime you feel like it. This is an office. I have to work, okay?"
He laughed. "Am I a child?"
Uh! No.
"Anyway, you can't distract me from work, alright?"
He nodded, and grabbed a magazine to read. Seeing that he had made himself comfortable, I turned on the computer and looked through the pile of documents on the table.
I'm only responsible for one project, so I didn't have that much to do. Moreover, Irvin was also handling this project with me, so work was a sort of walk in the park.
After I was done examining the documents, I looked up and saw Hendrix staring at me, resting his chin on his hand.
I didn't expect him to be staring at me. I pursed my lips and asked, "Why are you staring at me?"
He raised his eyebrows. "Women who are so focused on their work are absolutely beautiful!"
I...
This man...
Time passed by very quickly. Before I knew it, it was almost noon, and I was already thinking about lunch.
However, Hendrix's cell phone rang. He answered it and frowned slightly as if something bad had happened. According to him, there was a problem with Josiah.
After hanging up the phone, he approached me and said, "I may not be able to accompany you for lunch. Something went wrong with the project Josiah is overseeing. I have to go and check."
I nodded. "Yes, go see what's up!"
I did feel sort of uneasy with him around.
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