Hendrix frowned. He glanced at the untouched food on the table and uttered, "Eat something before we go."
As they were focused on Andrea, no one noticed that I was scalded. In fact, no one even noticed that the soup was spilled on me.
I stood by the table silently. Suddenly, I felt so ridiculous and foolish for being there.
"I'll be leaving." With that, I turned and strode out of the restaurant. My heart was seemingly stabbed by a cold dagger. I could not remove it and it was causing me incessant heartache.
Fate may be not fair. When she was given candies, joy, and happiness, but what I only had was the pain.
"Arianna!" Just then, I heard an angry voice behind me. I looked over my shoulder and saw Hendrix running after me.
He frowned at me and was suppressing his anger as he spoke, "What are you doing?"
What was I doing? Was he blaming me for bumping into Andrea?
"I've lost my appetite, so I want to leave." I was miserable, hence I did not want to explain much. I was afraid that I would lose control and show him my weak side.
He strode to me with a sullen look and reprimanded,
"Arianna, where are your manners?"
He grabbed my wrist and I raised my head to stare at him. I spotted his ferocious look and our eyes met. Then, I chuckled. "Manners? Hendrix, what's your definition of manners? Is it a husband taking care of another woman and ignoring his wife's feelings?"
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