"Mrs. Roberts, shouldn't we go over and greet Mr. Roberts? He should be done talking about business with Miss Burton in a while. We can even go back with him together later!" Hilda suggested while eyeing me anxiously.
She was very careful with her choice of words. But I didn't think Andrea would ever talk business with Hendrix.
I took a few more mouthfuls of dessert, and raised my eyebrows at her, "We don't need to go to him anymore. Hendrix is already coming to us."
In just a few words, Hendrix had already come to our table. He was looking at me with furrowed brows. "You've only been discharged from the hospital. Why aren't you resting at home?"
Resting my chin on my hand, I looked in Andrea's direction. She seemed emotional, and I wondered what they talked about to have driven her up the wall.
However, it was possible that she simply didn't want Hendrix to notice me.
"Aren't you afraid that she'll be angry if you come over like this?" I narrowed my eyes at
Hendrix.
His brows still knitted, he called my name in displeasure, "Arianna."
I sat up straight, and I started to get irritated. "I can hear you perfectly. You don't have to speak so loudly," I said, and I put down the spoon in my hand. I looked at the desserts left on the table, and their tastes could no longer stimulate my appetite.
I sighed. It was such a shame to waste them.
I ignored Hendrix. Instead, I turned to Hilda and said a little apologetically, "I'm sorry, but I can't eat anymore. Can we take it away?"
Hilda glimpsed at Hendrix's sullen face, then back at me. Under such circumstances, she could only nod, "Of course! I'll have someone to pack them for us."
Then, she got up to ask the waiter to put the untouched desserts into bags.
"Arianna, you-" Andrea flustered. She looked at me with a red face, "You are outrageous!"
I was very confused. "Andrea, how am I outrageous? Hendrix and I are a married couple, so it was only natural for us to talk things at our home-on our bed, even. What's wrong with that? Oh, don't act like you're still an innocent maiden. You're pregnant! You should be well aware of what would happen behind closed doors, aren't you? Tell me, how is this outrageous?"
Andrea glared at me in embarrassment and annoyance. "Arianna Reid!"
"Enough!" Hendrix warned. He turned to look at Andrea and said, "I'll have Evan to take you home."
After that, he pulled me away.
While I was pulled away, I noticed Andrea's eyes were almost swollen. So, I said while trying to free myself from Hendrix's grip, "Hendrix, let go of me. Can't you see that Andrea is crying? You should go back to her."
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