No sh*t! Of course I was worried about her.
Watching him sitting elegantly on the sofa while enjoying the tea Minnie had made for him, I was drowning in frustration.
The sweet and wonderful feeling in the morning had long since vanished.
I looked at the time and saw that it was already one in the afternoon. Hendrix was wasting my time if he wasn't planning to go to the company nor the police station.
Making up my mind, I went upstairs to grab my bag for a trip to the bar.
However, I was too naive. Hendrix leaned against me and asked in an elegant manner, "Where do you think you're going?"
"The police station."
I didn't think he'd offer to help.
He frowned, deep in thought. Then, he got into my car and sat in the driver's seat. He looked at me and ushered, "Get in."
I was unsure of what he was plotting, hence I could only get into the car. Later on, I realized that he was heading to the company, not the police station.
"Hendrix, you..."
"I'll take care of Monique. As for you, stay in the company and don't cause any trouble." He sounded as though he was coaxing a child.
Nevertheless, it seemed I had no choice but to listen to him.
Taking a deep breath, I kept my lips sealed. When we arrived, he left me at Roberts Group and then drove away.
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