"Uh-huh." Hendrix raised his eyebrows as he looked at my right hand by my side.

Somehow, I reached out my hand.

After, Hendrix reached out, writing down his surname on my palm.

After he finished writing, he took back his hand and looked up at me, "What did I write?"

This scene was somewhat familiar. When Hendrix found out Jordan had asked someone to impersonate me, he played this game with me in the car.

Back then, the answer was...

"Roberts." I looked at him, saying in a daze.

"You're wrong." Hendrix was merciless, yet his words were the same.

"No way. I saw it clearly. It's Roberts." I was calm as I said the same words as last time, looking at him intently.

Standing to one side, Jordan looked left and right, not knowing what was going on.

"I'll give

held my hand, writing

a lump in my throat. I began to sob as I said with tears and laughter, "It's

smiled faintly for a while before

said, stressing every syllable, "This is my

left without looking

was, even forgetting to take back my hand. I let my tears fall down my cheeks, yet my heart

everything for. Even if what you said was true, he would never believe you. To him, you would always

Hendrix said

wrote Arianna both

answers are not always

his actions that he would

lifetime's worth of

suppressed that feeling. I gave him a slightlook, retorting angrily, "Are you happy now? Hendrix will

was not used to my temper. He was a little happy as he continued to ridicule me, "I'm just reminding you that you can't have your cake and eat it too. What's wrong with this? At least now

my voice, I took

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