My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 163



Chapter 163

"Hey! I'm talking about your husband. Don't you want to come and have a look?" Monique was getting

impatient, "Andrea was even dressed up! I don't feel good about this."

"Mm," I said, sounding a little bored, "Have you had dinner yet? Why don't you come over and have

dinner with me?"

"D*mn!" She didn't know what to make of my indifference, so she went along with me, "I'll pass. I'm

going home after shopping."

After hanging up the phone, I left the study room and went to walk around the backyard.

The weather was fine. There was a row of blue flowers in our backyard. The flowers had already

blossomed earlier that year, and the flowers were all over the place. The scenery was pleasant to look

at.

Not long after, the doorbell rang. I turned around to walk towards the entrance, but, at the same time,

my phone had started to ring at the same time.

It was Hendrix.

I picked up the phone, but before I could speak, he said, "Open the door. They're here for the baby

room. Also, the garden suite upstairs is a little troublesome to sleep in. I asked them to do a makeover

on our master bedroom so that you can sleep better."

I opened the door to see a middle- aged man standing outside. He looked at me and said, "Mrs.

Roberts, Mr. Roberts sent us here to set up the baby room."

I nodded as I let the workers in.

Then I said over the phone, "Where are you? When are you coming home?"

"I'm in the Welldom Hotel. It might take longer than expected. I've ordered soup for you for dinner, and

Albert will send someone to deliver it to you later."

He sounded flat. It seemed like he had everything planned out.

"Alright. I'll hang up the phone then," I replied.

Looking at the artificial landscape in the yard, a surge of warmth filled up within me.

Hendrix was always great at taking care of others. If he really cared about someone, he would

spoonfeed that person until they lost the ability to take care of themselves.

It was heartwarming of him. Yet, I couldn't help but wonder how long this would last.

It was already sunset by the time the soup was delivered to me. Albert even brought some dishes that

were nutritious and healthy for me.

However, I didn't eat much. After the workers left, I walked around the house.

They made some significant changes to the villa. For instance, other than those I broke to pieces,

Hendrix stored the rest of the valuable collections in the storeroom.

Our bedroom's wallpaper was more of a cold and dark tone of color before. But it was changed into a

warmer shade of color. They even changed the brown sofa to an elegant blue sofa, and it looked cozier

than before.

They covered up the stairways with small rugs and they also decorated the corridor with small paintings Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

in warm colors. The baby room was mostly painted in sky blue. It already looked amazing.

The room alone would turn someone's day around.

My eyes got teary. "Did he do all of that because of me or because of the baby?" I wondered.

Most likely for the baby.

I didn't want to leave the baby room. I wanted to stay there, wrapped in the warm and cozy feeling he

gave me. However, the doorbell downstairs rang continuously, and that forced me back into reality.

I ran down the stairs carefully to answer the door.

It was Austin. His face fell as he saw me, "Just how huge is this villa for you to have taken this long to

answer the door?"

I didn't bother to answer him. My gaze fell on Hendrix, who was sitting by the flowerbed. He was

leaning on one of the artificial landscapes in the garden, visibly drunk.

I walked towards Hendrix, and he reeked of alcohol. I frowned as I pulled him up, then I said to Austin,

"Thanks for sending him back."

Austin glanced at me and left without saying a word.

I helped Hendrix to the bedroom. He looked into the air blankly, and he didn't say anything. He seemed

drunk, but something seemed off too.

"How do you feel?" I asked.


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