My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 143

"Now?" I asked. What was wrong with Hendrix? He obviously wanted to torment me.

Josiah was still lying on the sofa, with dark circles that were heavier than usual. It seemed like he didn't

sleep well lately. I sighed, "I'll cook and deliver it later. You can stay here tonight and rest. The guest

rooms are empty, feel free to sleep in either one of them. Make sure to rest properly.”

How bored was Hendrix to send his own friend on such a ridiculous errand?

Josiah nodded, perhaps out of exhaustion, he simply shut his eyes and rested on the sofa instead.

I headed to the kitchen and made some porridge. When I came out from the kitchen, Josiah was still

lying on the sofa, breathing evenly. He must be fast asleep.

I alone couldn't help him to the guest room upstairs, so I went ahead and grabbed some pillows and a

blanket for him.

It was already an hour later when the porridge was ready. I rushed to the hospital with the porridge and

went to Hendrix's ward.

Hendrix was still awake. He was wearing a blue-striped hospital gown, his head wrapped in gauze, and

several wounds on his body had also formed scabs.

He looked disarranged, yet he still was as handsome.

Upon seeing me, his face fell and he stared at the food container in my hand. I guessed that he was

hungry, so I went and stood by his side to serve him the porridge.

"You just had a surgery. Doctor Saunders said that you can't eat anything else, so I cooked you

porridge. Have some." I said in a light tone.

"Okay," He replied. When I looked up, I saw him staring at me, and I couldn't help but frown, "What's

wrong?"

"Did Josiah wake you up?" He asked with his head lowered as he began to eat his porridge.

I was speechless. Seeing that he was a patient, I held it in and answered, "No."

If it wasn't for him, Josiah didn't have to come all the way to me for some porridge. It was him who

troubled us both.

Since he had started to eat the porridge, I sat at a chair nearby and rested my eyes.

"Are you still angry at me?" He asked, his voice soft.

My eyes were shut. I asked him, exhausted, "For what?"

"I'm in great debt to Casper, I can only return twice as much for certain things!" He was calm but his

tone hinted with helplessness.

I looked up at him and asked, "Do you plan to do this for the rest of your life?"

He looked at me with his eyes darkened and said, "Nope. This will be the last time."

I laughed out loud as I rubbed my chin and commented, "Habits are difficult to

change." Especially when it came to Andrea, Hendrix had done too many out of habit.

He wanted to say something but he didn't. I glanced at the porridge in his hand and said, "The porridge

is getting cold."

He frowned, looked at me, and finished all the rest of the porridge. He then looked at me calmly and

asked, "Are you worried about me getting into an accident?"

His words always sounded inexplicable to me. I got up, took the container from him and said wearily,

"It's getting late. Have some rest."

I wouldn't say I was distressed over that. I had grown numb after experiencing too many things.

Seeing that I was about to leave, he pulled a long face and said, "The hospital asked for a family

member to keep me company."

I was about to ask him to call Andrea, but I suddenly remembered that she was already taken away by

the police, and she wouldn't be able to come any time soon.

Thus, I nodded and said, "Sure."

It was not a big deal to spend the night with him.

I sat back at the chair, propped up my chin and was ready to doze off for a while.

Then, his phone suddenly rang. I was not in the mood to eavesdrop, but he seemed to prefer

answering the call in hands-free mode recently.

As soon as he picked up the phone, someone cried on the phone, "Hendrix, Arianna set me up and let NôvelDrama.Org owns all content.

the police bring me to the police station. What should I do?"

Of course it was Andrea.