My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 84

I was feeling much warmer, and he wrapped me in a towel before carrying me out of the bathroom in

his arms. Setting me down on the chaise lounge chair, he dressed me up and toweled my hair dry.

The air in the room was silent, and nobody had any intention of breaking it.

I closed my eyes and leaned back weakly into the chair. Fatigue slowly caught up with me.

"Don't fall asleep. Let me finish drying your hair first," he said. I could tell that his anger had subsided

significantly.

I didn't respond. I just closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep.

After some time, I heard the whirring sounds of a hairdryer. It was a pleasant surprise to have him dry

my hair for me, almost too pleasant to be true.

"Arianna," Hendrix switched off the hairdryer and called out to me.

I opened my eyes groggily and looked at him with visible confusion.

Holding me in his arms, his voice rumbled, "Let's go downstairs together."

It was not up for discussion. He had already picked me up and whisked me out of the bedroom before I

could even react. Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

Downstairs, Andrea had finished taking her bath. Her hair was half-dried, and she was sitting in the

living room with Austin, who had somehow arrived unexpectedly.

Seeing Hendrix carry me downstairs, Andrea did little to hide her jealousy as she stared at me until

Hendrix left me on the sofa.

She stood up abruptly and pulled Hendrix back without any hesitation, questioning, "Hendrix, are you

leaving me?"

Her eyes were red and swollen, and she was in tears.

I cast my gaze down, closing my eyes. I didn't want to say anything. Why would Hendrix want me here

and now?

To witness their drama?

"Andrea, stop messing around. Go home!" Hendrix demanded grumpily. He was somewhat displeased

with her attitude.

Perhaps Austin also felt that Andrea was overreacting. He looked at her and said, "Andrea, I'll take you

home."

Andrea was devastated. Hoarsely, she argued, "Do you all think that I'm being unreasonable? Do you

have something against me? Now that my brother is gone, you can't wait to be rid of me!"

I snorted at this.

The emotionally- riled Andrea was starting to get irritated. She stared at me and seethed, "Arianna,

what are you laughing at? Oh, by the way, I bet you must be proud now forgetting what you truly

wanted after all that effort."

"What did I get?" I paused for a moment and

laughed uncontrollably. "Sure, I did get a lot of things. With your participation, I gained a disloyal

marriage. I didn't even dare to let people know I was pregnant. I'm not as good as you, Miss Burton,

since you have a dead brother. Do you think you can destroy other people's families and mess with

their marriage unscrupulously, in the name of your dead brother? You made a mistress of yourself and

yet you are proud and full of yourself!"

"Arianna, that's utter nonsense!" She was so angry that her face ripened like a tomato. She glared at

me with wide eyes as if she wanted to swallow me whole.

I didn't want to argue with her, so I responded coldly, "Nonsense? Miss Burton, you'd better reflect on

your actions to see if you're being unreasonable. This is mine and Hendrix's house. It's not a stage for

you to play your little skits. I'm really sorry, but you must leave this instant!"

Andrea's face was aghast. She clasped her hands together tightly and turned to look at Hendrix with

resentment.

I was really tired and had no energy to retaliate.

Thus, I turned around and walked upstairs. Andrea's aggrieved and helpless voice could be heard,

"Hendrix..."

"That's enough!" Hendrix opened his mouth and bellowed in a furious yet mellow tone, "Austin, send

her back."