Hendrix raised his eyebrows and stopped talking.
On the other hand, Evan stepped forward and asked, "Where do you live, Miss Duncan? I'll take you home!"
Hendrix didn't have any more patience. He pulled me out of the room.
If I went with Hendrix at this time, I was afraid that I'd be unable to leave him from then on.
With that in mind, I couldn't help but look at Dahlia and say, "I'm merely acquainted with him! I’m not his wife."
For a moment, Hendrix frowned and tightened his arms around my body. His gaze fell on me, dark and deep. "Acquainted with me?!"
I nodded. It was probably due to the alcohol that I felt a little woozy.
When Dahlia heard this, she let out a sigh of relief. She looked at Hendrix and said, "Mr. Roberts, there's no need to be so stubborn. Besides, you don't know much about Arianna either. It's not appropriate for a man and a woman to go out together in the middle of the night. I suggest that you wait until you understand what's going on before you make your decision."
When I heard this, I felt that something was wrong. Was she helping me, or speaking poorly of me in front of Hendrix?
Either way, it was true that I couldn't leave with Hendrix now.
I increased my strength in pulling Hendrix's hand away. I didn't want to be held by him.
Anger rose in my heart, and I glared at Hendrix. "Hendrix, you..."
"Do you think I'll let go of you?" He was just behaving like a complete rogue.
I was a little pissed off. "I'll accuse you of kidnapping!" I yelled, glaring at him.
"Taking my wife home counts as kidnapping?"
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