Chapter 738
There was more to what he said. | looked up at him with disbelief.
Anger crept up to me as | said, "You''re overthinking it. I''m not like you. | know my boundaries. I''d not act on my ill intentions, and
never would | do things through means like this."
Although | said these words calmly, they were enough to hurt. So much had happened in the past four years. What we were
destined to go through, we already did. People were most afraid of their scars being exposed, and that was exactly what | just
did to Hendrix.
Hendrix mmed his fist on the balcony rail in anger. The fury he had suppressed for a long time had finally broken out. He
threw his phone to the ground, smashing it into pieces.
For the past seven years, | had never seen him so angry. It was a kind of rage that could almost devour a person.
| waspletely startled by his reaction. | could see the darkness pooling in his eyes and the ferociousness he had in his nature.
For a moment, | thought he would hurt me, but he didn''t.
He just muttered, "Cut ties with Irvin. Don''t get involved in his affairs, or Shirley''s."
It was not worth it to hurt ourselves for others. No matter how well- cultivated and courteous a person was to others, all their
manners could be thrown out the window in a fit of rage.
Hendrix''s emotions had been forced out of his forbearance and exhaustion time and time again.
| could be understanding of this; | could even be forgiving. But everyone had to make peace with their own feelings and
emotions.
| didn''t say anything else to him. | just turned around and went out of the study silently. We were no longer young and in our
twenties.
We no longer smashed things when we fought, left home, cried hysterically as if proiming to the whole world that we were
going our separate ways.
For adults, all desperation and exasperation were done in silence.
| returned to the bedroom, washed up, dried my hair, and went to bed as | would usually.
But to sleep?
I couldn''t.
That night, Hendrix never came back to the bedroom after that, nor did | leave the bedroom.
We both needed to get a grip on ourselves. Seeing each other would only cause harm; nothing good woulde out of it.
In the early hours of the morning, | felt a slight sense of drowsiness. But the bedroom door opened all of a sudden, followed by a
man''s voice. "Arianna!"
He walked over to the edge of the bed and called out to me a few times. He finally stopped when he saw that | wasn''t going to
respond.
He murmured, "I''m sorry."
| didn''t say anything. | just felt extremely sleepy.
| slept for a long time. When | woke up, it was already some time in the afternoon.
| got up and went downstairs to Anne''s room, but crossed paths with a middle-aged woman in the living room.
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We initially didn''t intend to look for a nanny, but Hendrix seemed to have found one to take care of Anne.
Anne was doing much better, so she was ying with Snowball in the courtyard.
Seeing this, | didn''t go forward to disturb her and just prepared to go back to the bedroom.
"Mrs. Roberts, I''ll be done cooking in a while. Would you like me to send food up to you?" Fiona asked.
“No, I''ll be downter." With that, | returned to my bedroom.
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As time went by, the man who confessed his love for me would naturally know what | meant.