My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 133

"Hendrix, do you love me?" I asked. That was a stupid question, but it was common for girls to ask that.

He raised his arm, placed his hand on my cheek, and rubbed my earlobe with his fingertip, "What about

you?"

Me?

I was a little lost. It was a long time ago. I fell in love with Hendrix at first sight, and I carried on those

beautiful feelings I had up until now. However, after such a long journey, I couldn't get any response

from him. So, I had started to become less persistent and even planned to leave him.

Perhaps, I didn't love him as much as I thought I'd be anymore.

Seeing that I was silent, the light in his eyes dimmed. After a long pause, he said, "It's okay. We can

take this slowly. We'll love each other deeply in the future."

I didn't say anything and just pushed him slightly, "Go take a bath. I'm tired."

It had been too long, and I should have let go of him earlier. I was really getting tired.

He planted a kiss on my forehead, then got out of bed and went into the bathroom.

I stared blankly at the ceiling.

The phone he left on the bed suddenly started vibrating, I didn't intend to pick it up, but the phone kept

ringing, so I answered the phone.

"Hendrix, can you come over and accompany me? I'm alone, and I'm scared." Andrea sounded weak NôvelDrama.Org holds this content.

and fragile over the phone.

Glancing at the bathroom, I said, "He's taking a shower. You can call him later."

"Arianna!" Judging by her tone, she wasn’t happy that I answered. She continued, "Why did you

answer Hendrix's phone? What are you guys doing?"

Her yelling made me feel a little annoyed, and I repeated, "I said Hendrix is taking a shower. Call him

later!"

"Arianna, why you're so shameless!" Andrea replied. Sometimes I felt that Andrea was just a simple girl

with only basic tactics in mind. Besides crying and yelling, she couldn't come up with other strategies. If

it wasn't for her beauty, a girl like her wouldn't even be able to pose a threat.

"Well, yes, I am shameless. I still have to deal with his physiological needs even when I'm pregnant

later. Therefore, Miss Burton, you may always call him again when he's done, as his mistress." I replied

harshly. To be clear, I wasn't disgusted at her as a person. I was just disgusted at the fact that I was

entangled in her mess. It was exhausting.

I hung up the phone before Andrea's heartbroken scream came.

After putting the phone aside, I pinched the bridge of my nose. When I looked up, Hendrix was already

standing by the bathroom door, staring at me with his cold dark eyes.

Without shying away, I directly pointed out, "Andrea called. She was too persistent, so I picked it up.

She wanted you to go to her.¹'

I laid back in the bed. It was already midsummer, but I still felt cold. Without realizing it, I hid under the

sheets.

'Well, what did you say to her?" He asked me in a deep tone. It seemed that he was only asking

casually without any other intention.

"I asked her to call you later," I said while hiding in the sheets. As it made me feel warmer, I closed my

eyes and prepared to sleep.

I heard a faint laugh, and then I felt him laid down next to me, brushing aside my hair.

I opened my eyes and stared at him.

He smiled and said, "Arianna, I'm your husband. Shouldn't you be fighting with me when some other

women call me in the middle of the night, asking for my company?"

I was startled, and I got up from the bed, looked at him, and said, "Then you don't have to stay here

tonight. Go stay elsewhere."

He was stunned. Then, he raised his hand and started rubbing my forehead and said powerlessly, "You

are my wife. Even if we fought, we should still stay under the same roof."

Knowing that I wouldn't be able to win him in an argument, I replied, "Fine.", and laid back down on the

bed.

He grabbed around my waist, pulled me into his embrace, and said in a teasing manner, "Are we going

to sleep just like this?"