My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 182

I turned around and looked out of the window. Then I saw a familiar black jeep parked not far away

from the train station, and both of our car windows were rolled down.

It was Hendrix.

I hadn't seen him for half a month. He looked haggard but still as handsome as before. He stared in our

direction with his dark eyes.

His gaze was unfathomable.

Aaron was too close to me, and I pushed him away out of instinct. He grabbed my wrist with a smug,

then held me forcefully into his embrace.

Still smirking, he looked provocatively in Hendrix's direction and said, "Let's go!"

His words were meant for the driver.

He rolled up the window as soon as the car started driving away. I finally got to push him away from

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"Aaron, you sick b*stard!" I yelled. He was obviously trying to get back at Hendrix.

After letting go of me, Aaron leaned back in his seat and said leisurely, "Don't you know

already?"

I was speechless, and I was angry. I wanted to rip him into pieces, but in the end, I could only glare at

him before turning to look out the window, ignoring him.

The driver stopped the car near a restaurant, and we got out of the car. Aaron had already placed his

order in advance. So, as soon as we were brought to our table, the dishes were served immediately.

I didn't eat much due to my anger. Aaron took a few bites and stopped after noticing that I'm not eating.

Lazily, he raised his eyebrows at me and asked, "You don't like it?"

He seemed different from who he was five years ago, but I still couldn't tell what exactly was different

about him. I shook my head slightly and said, "I'm not hungry."

He pursed his lips and looked at me with one hand holding his chin, "Shouldn't you eat more when

you're pregnant?"

"Yup," I didn't know what to tell him, so I ate a few more mouthfuls of food and said, "Maybe I'm just not

that hungry."

He nodded and looked at me. He seemed less arrogant and more gentle than before, and he asked,

"When did you fall in love with

Hendrix?"

I didn't want to talk about that. Most of all, I didn't want to talk to him. So I frowned at him, "This is none

of your business!"

"You are my younger sister," He spoke, unruffled but assertive.

I chuckled, "You know we're not blood-related!"

He nodded, "I do!"

His response left me powerless. I felt as though my words were futile.

Putting down the cutlery, I said, "I'm full, and it's getting late, so I'd like to leave now."

He got up with me, "I'll see you home."

He used to be terrifying. But right then, he was someone clingy and annoying that I couldn't get rid of.

He drove me to Flora Hill. It was a large community with individual villas scattered around the area.

Birds could be seen flying around the trees that were planted beside the road.

He didn't say anything, and neither did I.

Aaron pulled the car over at the entrance of the villa. He looked at me and asked, "Aren't you going to

invite me in for tea?"

"No," I replied curtly and got out of the car.

He followed and stopped me, "Even if you hate me, you can't deny that we're siblings. As your older

brother, there's no way I wouldn't want to meet my brother- in- law. Arianna, admit it. You don't have

any family other than me, someone related to you by blood. You have no one else."

His words pierced through my heart like a dagger. It was so painful that I couldn't breathe. Looking at

him, I suppressed my sadness as I said, "Aaron, you can't judge me by your standard just because you

have no family or friends, and you have no one in your heart. You can't define my life with your

circumstances."

I had always known that he felt lonely, but I never mentioned it. However, there was no reason to hold

back anymore since we were already on that topic. Looking at his gloomy face, I continued, "I had

Grandma back then, and now I have my husband and my child. I have Monique too. I'm not you. You're

an isolated island that no one could get close to."