Well, Hendrix was busy with work, I knew and had a lot of social engagements. I am terrified he would drink and eat things that would hurt his stomach. Every time he went out to socialize, I would prepare his favorite fish soup and wait for him to come home, despite how late he was.
But at that moment, I did not want to do it at all.
"If you are hungry, you better find something to eat in the fridge," I told Hendrix coldly.
"Come on, my stomach isn't good. I know there's food in the fridge, but I can't eat cold food," Hendrix reasoned.
"Is it even a problem? If you can't, then order some food!" I laughed instead of loathing him. "Don't tell me you're as old as you are; you still don't know how to order some food using an app."
Hendrix's smile disappeared, saying, "I know you are still angry at me. I admit it is my fault and should be blamed."
He continued, "It's just that Whitney suddenly had some fever and called me. As a friend, I couldn't just ignore her. You know that."
I couldn't help but smirk. "Are you a doctor to be called? If someone gets sick, they can go to the hospital."