Chapter 12: Void

Hendrix sat in the VIP room with his friends looking at him with complicated expressions.

“So, what made you come here all of a sudden?” Greg queried.

Timothy puffed his cigarette before he handed him a glass filled with expensive liquor. “What else is the reason why people who seldom come here suddenly appear? He must be broken-hearted,” he chuckled.

“Broken-hearted?” Greg frowned then shook his head, “To whom?”

Hendrix gulfed down the liquor bottoms up, ignoring the two guessing about his sudden drinking and going to the bar.

He just wanted to drink in hope to calm his heart that suddenly palpitated when he realized that he missed his wife.

“Our friend is a married man, have you forgotten?”

“I know. But Giro said he has no feelings for her. He even abandoned her in the villa after their wedding day, so how could it be her?” Greg scowled at him. “Dude, you have a mistress?”

Hendrix was still sober and the disdain in Greg's face didn't escape his keen eyes. He glared at him as