"Oh, don't worry. You two can continue talking. I won't bother anymore," I told them.
Hendrix grabbed my waist and stopped me, "No, Stella. Whitney is just joking with me. Don't take it seriously."
It seemed that she just noticed me, so Whitney pouted and nodded.
Whitney also said, "Yes, Stella. Hendrix is right. I am just playing around with Hendrix like this. Are you angry with me?"
Before she could add, I reacted, "Don't misunderstand my reactions. I am not furious. I mean, you guys can continue playing games whenever you like. I'm just going to have a meal."
Whitney's face turned too serious, while Hendrix's turned as cold as ice.
"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?"