Chapter 82 Don't Worry About Me

• By the time I stepped out of the bathroom, fully dressed in the luxurious suit shorts and a sleek top with sandals he had bought me, Hendrix sat on the bed, Blue in his arms, having pulled on a hat on him. He was whispering something to Blue and Blue had a firm grip on his ear which should have been painful with those sharp razor nails.
• Blue lulled his head back which had Hendrix quickly push up while moving his hand to ensure that Blue did not break his neck. He groaned after because Blue had latched on his ear again with more force than before.
• I had never seen Blue that active. A part of me wanted to rush in and rescue Hendrix but found myself glued.