Chapter 72


    I hung up the phone and got up to walk towards him. Then, I opened the door and got into the car. I


    leaned against the car seat and heaved a sigh of relief. "Why are you here?" I asked, looking at him.


    "Why are you here?" He asked me in return with an unhappy tone.


    Rubbing the space between my eyebrows, I closed my eyes and replied wearily, "Sawyer is only


    auditing for Roberts Group, but not Shelley Group."


    "Leave it to Alford Audit," Hendrix said and started the car.


    I was bewildered, unable to understand what he was trying to say. I asked out of confusion, "Leave all


    of it to Alford Audit? Or just Shelley Group''s?"


    At the traffic light, he turned to me and raised an eyebrow. "Do you intend to break the contract?"


    Oh. Sawyer and I had already signed the contract. Naturally, we just need to hand over Shelley Group''s


    auditing to Alford Audit.


    My shoulders and my back felt a little stiff and ufortable, so I leaned further back. Seeing that the


    route he was taking was wrong, I questioned puzzledly, "Where are we going?"


    "To have a meal."


    He had always been so distant and taciturn, so I didn''t ask more. However, when he parked the car in


    front of the shopping mall, I was perplexed. "We''re


    having a meal at the shopping mall?"


    Was he nning to go shopping with me and then have dinner together?


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    Hendrix took a glimpse at me, then signaled for me to get out of the car and enter the mall with him. He


    was tall and exuded a cool aura, coupled with his perfect facial features, it was inevitable that he would


    attract attention.


    As soon as we entered the mall, many women fixed their gazes on him. He caught a lot of women''s


    attention, some were reserved and shy while some ogled openly.


    Following behind him, I couldn''t help but curl my lips. Sure enough, he was here to gain some public


    attention.


    He stopped abruptly and I wasn''t paying attention, so I bumped into his back. I frowned out of pain and


    looked up at him, "Why did you suddenly stop?"


    "You should watch where you''re going." ncing at me, he pulled me into a branded store and said,


    "Pick something suitable. There are a few people we have to meet tonight."


    Who were we meeting?


    I was surprised, but I didn''t rush to ask him. I was good at everything, but I did not have a good eye.


    When it came to putting an outfit together, I had never seemed to be able toe up with something


    satisfying.


    Hendrix ran out of patience when he saw that I hadn''t found a decent set of clothes after looking


    around for a long time. Hence, he let the sales assistant pick out an outfit instead.


    Finally, the sales assistant paired a floral dress with an apricot- colored zer. It looked pretty decent,


    and I thought the look would bepleted with a pair of heels.


    However, Hendrix refused my idea. He said, "Pregnant women shouldn''t be wearing high heels."


    What the hell? How was a pair of 3-centimetre-tall shoes considered as high heels?


    I followed him and got into the car grumpily. Only then did I realize that he had brought me to the mall


    just to buy an outfit.


    "Hendrix!" He started the car and I was so infuriated that I couldn''t help but shout at him.


    "Hmm?" He was always focused whenever he was driving. When he heard me calling his name, he


    gave me a sidelong nce and continued driving.


    "I''m angry!" I didn''t know what was wrong with myself, but I was just angry. I had thought he was taking


    me shopping just now, but it turned out...


    Hendrix took a quick nce at me and the corners of his mouth tugged upwards, his expression turned


    into one of joy. He entertained me as he asked, "What are you angry about?"


    What was I angry about?


    Umm...


    I didn''t know either!


    I was speechless, anyway, I was simply unhappy. A sense of warmth filled my palm as his fingers


    grasped my hand. He uttered in a deep and pleasant voice, "It''s not good for the baby, don''t be angry."


    What?


    His words warmed my heart a little. I reckoned that these rare memories would be the only sweet ones


    of him I could cherish.


    He stopped the car in front of a grand European-style vi. I was astounded and asked, "Are we having


    dinner at someone else''s ce?"


    Hendrix motioned for me to exit the car and then handed the car key to the valet. After that, he said


    gently in my ear, "We are meeting some friends."


    Why was he acting so mysterious?