I faintly felt his palm caressing my lower abdomen. Not knowing what he was doing, I resisted a little by twisting my body.
I was in a disoriented state as he carried me to bed.
I was too sluggish, so I fell into a deep sleep once again.
The next day.
Perhaps it was because I drank last night that I felt hungover when I woke up. I sat in the bed for a long while before my phone began to ring several times.
After a while, I finally tapped on my phone and saw that it was a message from Monique.
"How was the escort last night? Did everything go well?"
I palmed my forehead upon being rendered speechless. I typed out a reply, "Monique, don't you know that women can't do that within a month after the operation?"
Not long after the message was sent, I received a call.
I picked it up and Monique's loud voice came from the other end, "D*mn, you should have told me earlier. I even gave him a big tip yesterday!"
After stretching my body, I slipped out of bed and drew the curtains while speaking into the phone, "Let's go shopping together next time, I'll buy you whatever you fancy. By the way, I met Andrea last night."
Monique was startled. "Isn't she the one who proclaimed to be as pure as the driven snow? What was she doing there?"
"Hendrix and the others were there too," I added. After several heavy showers of rains, the scenery around the villa had become dazzling.
Monique sighed and said, "Forget it, let's not talk about her. When are you planning to leave Ucrebury?"
I laughed, "Don't worry. Even if I divorced Hendrix, I still have savings in my account." The villa was left behind by Master Roberts, even if Hendrix gave it to me after our divorce, I wouldn't want it. As for the shares of the company, I hadn't thought about how to deal with it.
After a few chats, I hung up the phone and stood by the window, quietly enjoying the scenery with my arms crossed.
How should I lead my life in the future? I truly need to think about it.
Suddenly, the air felt chilly. I rubbed my arms and turned to look for a coat. Right at this moment, I saw that Hendrix was standing behind me with a cold expression.
I froze instantly and asked, "Did... Didn't you go to the company?" I didn't know how long he had been standing there and couldn't help wondering if he had listened to my conversation with Monique.
Hendrix's dark gaze fell upon me. It was callous and sullen as he spoke, "Where are you planning to go?"
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