"Yeah. We better go in," said Hendrix while he held my arm. He was in a hurry as if he was avoiding something.
Inside the private room of the restaurant, which they booked, everyone was already around.
"Hendrix! You're late!" Logan exclaimed, seeing Hendrix. "Three glasses of wine as punishment!"
However, when Logan saw me, he was astounded.
"Why did you bring Stella here?" Logan asked, puzzled.
Hendrix was too curious and replied, "Didn't you mention you want me to bring my family members here? Isn't she part of my family now?"
Upon hearing that, Logan was stunned; his eyes widened and he looked at Whitney, saddened. He didn't expect he would tell that, nor did I.
Hendrix, at that time, froze in place.
Shrugging my shoulder, I sighed and said, "It seems the family members you refer to don't mean me. If that's the case, then I better leave now."
"Logan!" Hendrix shouted at the top of his lungs, almost echoing around the room.
"I am sorry, sister-in-law. It is my fault. Please forgive what I have mentioned earlier," Logan said.
"Okay, as a punishment, I better make you drink three glasses."
Melissa pulled me aside and said, "It's been long since we haven't seen each other."
I sat down in an empty chair. Hendrix was sitting on my left and Whitney was sitting on his right.
After the dishes were served, there was a dish of shrimp.
Whitney placed one onto Hendrix's plate.
"Help me peel it, please," said Whitney.
As expected, Hendrix picked up the shrimp and started peeling it. Afterward, he placed it back on Whitney's plate.
"You always said you love to eat shrimp, but you just don't like feeling it," he said.
Whitney smiled and replied, "Isn't it you, Hendrix? You're really good!"
Hendrix and Whitney were always acting like that. They kept telling me they were just friends, but they did something out of bounds.
Just like before, seeing such a scene, I was so uncomfortable that I lost my appetite.
It was from the past. I didn't mind it now and I focused on eating.
The mood at the table was quiet and Hendrix was only drinking some alcohol. After finishing my meal and drinks, I stood up and went to the bathroom.
When I returned, the restaurant's private room door was slightly open. I could hear Whitney crying from inside, making me wonder what was happening to her. She was very lively when I left.
I continued to listen to the conversation inside.