"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.

Hendrix said, "I'll give

writing down the

in my throat. I began to sob as I said with

smiled faintly for a while before taking

a pause, he said, stressing every syllable,

that, he left without looking

I was, even forgetting to take back my hand. I let

forget to 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

know was what Hendrix said to me when we last played

Arianna

are not always

Hendrix's intentions back then. He told me with his actions that he would

a lifetime's worth of ease,

However, hearing Jordan's sarcasm temporarily suppressed that feeling. I gave him a slightlook, retorting angrily, "Are you happy now?

he continued to ridicule me, "I'm just reminding you that

Raising my voice, I took the chance to

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