Female Novel
Chapter 428
A surge of anger rose from my heart, and I picked up the high heels under my feet and smashed them
down hard on him. "Hendrix, get out of here. I don't want to see you!"
What did he mean by "nobody hurt him"? It was clearly Nerissa who had pushed Helen and Irvin over
the edge. She was obviously the one who had silently killed so many people, so why did she bother
pretending to be innocent?
I wondered when Hendrix became so patient. After I hit him, he just looked down and held me in his
arms before appeasing me by saying, "Enough. You've scolded me, and hit me. Now take a bath, or
you'll get sick."
Honestly, it felt like I was punching a ball of cotton. He felt no pain - hell, he felt nothing at all.
On the contrary, all that pain, and all that discomfort fell on my shoulders.
Seeing him reach out his hand to help me unbutton my clothes, I suddenly stepped back and pushed
him away. "Get out!"
He narrowed his eyes and said, "You still want to throw a tantrum?" No matter how good-tempered he
was, he still had his limits.
Well, so what?
I pursed my lips and looked at him. I repeated, "Get out!"
With a grim expression, he stretched out his long arms and held me in his embrace. His other hand
holding my chin, he kissed me forcefully.
His actions were extremely aggressive, as if he was going to eat me alive.
Just as I thought he was going to force himself on me, he let go of me and said in a low voice, "Stop it,
okay?"
My emotions had been bottled up inside, and I was on the brink of exploding from anger. "Hendrix, I
asked you to get out, didn't you hear me? Are you deaf or dumb?"
With that, I got up and climbed out of the bathtub. I threw everything I could grab in the bathroom
towards him.
He raised his eyebrows and looked at me without dodging the items. His gaze was dim and listless.
After a long time, he saw that I was tired and had run out of things to throw at him. Then, he looked at
me and asked in a deep voice, "Are you done?"
I looked at him, and a sense of helplessness arose spontaneously.
Since I was limply sitting on the ground, he good- naturedly took off my soaked clothes for me.
He held me in his arms and put me into the bathtub again. He sighed and said, "Stop it, okay?"
Seeing that I was no longer agitated, he turned on the hot water and found the shower gel and towel
out of the debris that I had smashed all over the place, and placed them next to me.
Then, he left without saying another word.
As I laid in the bathtub, my mind was a chaotic mess. Irvin's death was like a mountain that I couldn't
climb over no matter how hard I tried and the guilt would haunt me for the rest of my life.
Hendrix was right. Since the start of it all, he was only protecting his loved ones and guarding his wife.
It was my fault. I couldn't think or make a decision for myself. Hendrix didn't know the cause of Helen's
death, so he couldn't understand why Irvin hated Nerissa and why he wanted to kill her. He couldn'tnovelbin
understand why Irvin took his own life.
It was my fault for not being there for Irvin when he needed me most. I robbed him of his will to live,
and that's why he decided to die.
After a long time, I finally emerged from the bathroom. There was a pile of cigarette butts piled up on
the bedroom balcony. I knew that they were left there by Hendrix.
I got changed afterwards, pinned up my hair that I had just blow- dried and dragged my fatigued body
downstairs.
Heather was slightly taken aback when she saw me. "Madam, are you going out?"
I nodded and hummed in response. Then, I found a pair of shoes at the entrance and put them on.