My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 228

Ian hurriedly cleared his name, "Don't look at me with this look. I had nothing to do with your wife. Don't

overthink."

I put my hand on my forehead as his action had left me speechless once again.

Hendrix retracted his gaze and looked at Monique. Seeing that she was awake, he said, "You should

stay in the hospital for a few days to tend to your wounds."

He was cold and arrogant. Apart from his family and friends, he typically wasn't willing to speak to

others, not to mention greeting them. It was obvious that he was saying that to take the edge off of

Monique.

Monique raised her eyebrows at him, and she only answered with one word, "Okay."

I was glad that Monique was being cooperative. Meanwhile, Ian was staring at Hendrix with a look of

curiosity on his face.

"You're coming home with me. And before you fret about this- I'll arrange for someone to take care of

her. You can come to visit her when you had enough rest," Hendrix said as he picked up my bag on the

chair.

I was planning to stay back and take care of Monique, yet Monique read my mind, and she beat me to

it. "Go back and have a good rest. There are doctors and nurses here, so I'll be fine here. Whereas

you're pregnant. It's inconvenient for you to stay here!"

After considering their words for a while, I agreed to it, "Okay then. I'll come and see you tomorrow!"

Hendrix and I said our goodbyes and left the ward. Ian followed after, walking beside Hendrix, and he

went on, "Mr. Roberts, I think we need to talk when you're free."

"Talk about what?" Hendrix asked with a faint expression on his face.

"About your wife, of course!" Ian the wooden-head said while he sized Hendrix up.

Standing in front of the elevator door, I interrupted him and asked, "Ian, have you had dinner?"

He shook his head. "No, I haven't. Do you want to eat together?"

"No!" I quickly said, "I still have some errands to do with Hendrix in the evening, so I won't be eating NôvelDrama.Org © 2024.

with you. You would have to get dinner yourself."

Ian said disapprovingly, "That's unfair! I came over from Mesville as soon as you asked me to! How

could you treat me like this?"

My head started to hurt a little. With a weary expression, I said, "I'm a little tired today. Please, for the

sake of my baby, give me one night off. If I accompanied you tonight, I'm afraid that I'll give birth

prematurely."

Ian opened his mouth to say something, then he looked at Hendrix and noted, "If so, you can go back

and have a rest. I'll talk to your husband."

"Talk about what?" Hendrix asked again, looking at Ian with an unfathomable expression in his eyes.

Taking a glance at me, Ian curled his lips and bluntly asked, "Hendrix, do you know that Arianna is ill?"

I was shocked, but I shouldn't. Because this wouldn't be the first time that Ian couldn't hold his tongue.

Hendrix narrowed his eyes, and his face darkened. "Yes, I know!"

I was dumbfounded at his reply.

Ian, too, was taken aback. But he quickly continued, "You knew? Then why didn't you find a way to

help her?"

"I'll think of some way."

The longer I listened to the conversation between these two men, the more uneasy I felt.

At this moment, the elevator's doors opened. I went straight into the elevator, not wanting to listen to

the conversation any further. Neither of us was in the same tune.

"Hendrix, I think you should spare some time and take her to Mesville to seek help from a doctor there,"

Ian earnestly suggested.

Hendrix looked at him and asked, "Did you come back because of her illness?"

Ian nodded. "Why else would I come back? The dozens of hours in planes were sickening. I don't have

so much time to waste."

"Can we talk about it another day? I'm really tired. I want to go home," I plead, all while I was

wondering if the illness that Hendrix mentioned was similar to the one I thought I had.

Ian wanted to say something, but his cell phone rang. As the carrier's signal in the elevator was bad,

there was only a sound on the other end of the phone after he greeted a few times when he picked up

the call.

No one knew what the other person said, but Ian was beaming, and he happily replied, "Okay, I'll be

right over!"