I pursed my lips and pushed Hendrix away. "It's hot. Get away from me!"
What was he sorry for?
I wanted to know but I didn't ask. I stared at the ceiling. My heart felt a little empty.
I did hate Hendrix the time when something happened to our child. I was bitter at him for failing to protect me, bitter at him for not being by my side when things happened.
Thinking back, I might have been selfish for not thinking things from his end.
"I won't do it again." He said, his voice was a little hoarse.
I pursed my lips and looked at him in a casual manner. "Hendrix, do you love me?"
This question was pointless but I still wanted to know.
He looked at me sideways and said after a long time. "I won't ever divorce you, you'll be my wife forever."
What kind of answer wa
