My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 155

I had forgotten about the box because so many things had happened recently. I tried to recall, but I still

couldn't remember where I put it.

"Well, I'll look for it some other day," I said. Since the elderly gave it to me, I shouldn't just brush it off.

Hendrix walked into the living room, took a sip of water, and looked at me. He was always difficult to

read, and I didn't feel like figuring out what he was up to either.

I went directly back to the bedroom where I lived previously. I thought I probably left the box

somewhere in that room.

I took my belongings and clothes with me when I moved out of that room, so it looked much emptier

than before. I started to look in the cabinets. NôvelDrama.Org copyrighted © content.

There was no sight of the box.

Hendrix folded his arms and gazed at me. I then glanced back at him and said, "You should go and

wash up first. I'll look around."

He didn't speak. After a while, he said, "Do you know what's in the box that Dalton gave you?"

I shook my head and said, "I don't know. I only recalled that Minnie told me that if we were to divorce, I

could hand the box to you if I refused to divorce you. Now that I think about it, perhaps it contains

something related to the Roberts Group, and Dalton wanted to use that to threaten you if you dared to

divorce me."

He laughed at my remarks, "You're so shallow!"

I wouldn't deny that. After looking around for a while, I still couldn't find it, and it annoyed me. I looked

at him and asked, "Dalton passed it to you too. Have you seen it?"

He looked at me and said, "Are you short of cash now?"

I was a little confused, "No."

"Then it's useless to look for that box. He only left behind some cash and valuable items for you in that

box. Perhaps he was worried that you'd be broke if you left me," he said.

I frowned and asked, "Did you open the box?"

Hendrix nodded.

"Hendrix!" I yelled, "It is mine! How could you open and look at it without my permission?"

That was not the first time. Before that, he took me to meet Valerie, and without letting me know, he let

her take a strand of my hair to run the DNA test. And right then, he went through my stuff without

informing me beforehand.

Hendrix looked at me, and his gaze deep and unpredictable. He then said, "I'll never divorce you.

Therefore, technically speaking, the box is of no use for you."

"So what?" I said as I stepped closer to him, "Hendrix, do you think that just because we are married,

you can do anything you like? Can't you at least give me some respect?"

"I'm sorry," he sighed, "I'm sorry for not telling you about this. I won't repeat this again."

I laughed out loud, "Hendrix, you're really ridiculous if you think you could write this off with a simple

apology. You must think that I'm just as insignificant as that box, didn't you? If I was Andrea, would you

do the same thing? Would you look at her stuff without her knowing? Would you disrespect her the way

you did to me?"

"Arianna, this is between you and me!" He frowned, and he was clearly unhappy, "Why do you have to

involve others in this? This is between us, only us, as husband and wife!"

I sneered, "Are we even a husband and wife?"

He frowned and didn't say anything.

Looking up at his expression, I couldn't help but laugh out loud again, "Hendrix, we are never husband

and wife in your eyes. We only got married because Grandpa wanted it. You never loved me, so you

will never respect me. And naturally, you would think that you can touch my belongings as you like. You

even think that you can dictate my life!"

There were too many things that we never talked about between us. It wasn't only about the box. It was

about our feelings. I knew for a fact that I could no longer tolerate seeing him and Andrea being

together again.

Perhaps he didn't want to argue with me. He only looked at me, composed, and said, "Arianna, you're

my wife, and I greatly respect you. I would never try to dictate your life. I apologize for what happened

with the box. Now, let's go back to our room. It's getting late."

"Hendrix, I want a divorce." I sounded calm, but I didn't know how those words came out from me.

I only knew that I had been holding that in for a long time, and those words just came out naturally

when it felt right.