"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 you

held my hand, writing down the

sob as I said with tears and laughter, "It's my

a while before taking back his hand,

a pause, he said, stressing every syllable, "This is

left without looking

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

man you are sacrificing everything for. Even if what you said was true, he would never believe

Hendrix said to me when

wrote Arianna both

are not always wrong, this is our

with his actions that he would choose me forever,

worth of

the ecstasy in my heart. However, hearing Jordan's sarcasm temporarily suppressed that feeling. I gave him a slightlook, retorting angrily, "Are you happy now? Hendrix will

just reminding you that you can't have your cake and

self-confidence. Raising my voice, I

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