"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

my hand, writing down

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

a while before taking back his hand, "Wrong

said, stressing

that, he left without looking

to take back my hand. I let my tears fall down

take the opportunity to add insult to injury. "See? He is the man you are sacrificing everything for. Even if what you said was true, he would never believe you. To him, you would always be

Jordan didn't know was what Hendrix said to

wrote Arianna

not always wrong, this

then. He told me with his actions that

lifetime's worth of ease,

ecstasy in my heart. However, hearing Jordan's sarcasm temporarily suppressed that feeling. I gave him a slightlook, retorting

little happy as he continued to ridicule me, "I'm just reminding you that you can't have your

my voice, I took

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