My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 257

I got irked just by looking at Hendrix's smugly expression, but I couldn't just go forward and knock the

living daylights out of him.

After contemplating the possibilities, I looked in his direction and called out, "Hendrix! Come here."

Upon hearing my call, he quirked his eyebrows, and his anger dissipated. He walked towards me with a

smile on his face.

When he finally stood in front of me, I looked up at him and said straight from the shoulder, "I don't

know why I'm so angry, but I am, and I can't vent it out on anyone else who's innocent. So, you left me

no choice."

At that, I shoved him into the fountain in the front yard without waiting for him to reply.

Although Hendrix was caught off guard, he quickly stood up from the fountain because it wasn't deep.

He pushed the hair on his forehead to the back of his head, and he could only smile bitterly as he didn't

know how else to react.

I turned around and walked away without listening to what he had to say. I felt a little better, so I went

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I laid on the bed and closed my eyes, preparing to fall asleep.

Hendrix entered the room not long after me and went for a shower. Soon, he came out from the

bathroom and sat at the edge of the bed at my side. I frowned, but I didn't open my eyes.

His deep and low voice resonated in the air, "I'm going to do some work in the study."

With my eyes still closed, I didn't say anything, pretending that I was asleep and didn't hear him.

I thought that he would say something more. But to my surprise, I only heard footsteps and the door

closing.

Hendrix must have left.

Although I was still lying on the bed, I wasn't sleepy anymore. I tossed and turned on the bed, trying to

find a comfortable posture to sleep in, but my arms were too sore.

I gave up after struggling for a long time. I got up and glanced at the clock, only to realize that it was

already two in the morning.

Hendrix hadn't returned to the bedroom even though it was already this time.

It was impossible that he was still working at this hour.

Since I couldn't sleep anyway, I decided to go to the study room. The lights in the study were already

turned off, but the door wasn't locked because it opened once I gently pushed on it.

There was a mattress in the study room, and Hendrix was lying on it. Judging by the look of it, he was

already asleep.

It was excruciating to be wide awake in the middle of the night. In an indifferent tone, I softly said, "Are

you done dealing with your works?"

I waited a while for his answer, but he didn't. I thought he was really asleep, and I was about to turn

and leave before he finally replied in his deep hoarse voice, "You can't sleep?"

I was stunned, and I didn't expect to hear his answer. Then, I pursed my lips and nodded, "Yes."

Hendrix turned on the dim yellow lamp on the desk. He sat up straight from the mattress and looked in

my direction, "Come here."

Once I walked over, he pulled me to the mattress and whispered, "Didn't you want to sleep alone?"

"You're right. I did," I kept my straight face and got up from the bed. "Good night then."

After that, I began to walk towards the door. Hendrix grabbed my hand, "You really have such a bad

temper, do you know that? I was just teasing you!"

"You're not meeting me for the first time," I puffed, looking at him with displeasure.

Sighing, he pulled me back to the bed and shared the bed with me. He planted a light kiss on my

forehead before saying, "Let's sleep. It's not good to stay up this late."

Then, he put his large hand onto the baby bump and breathed, "She also needs more sleep."

Of course I knew that. But most of the time, I couldn't control my emotions, and thus, I couldn't sleep.

Hendrix laid down beside me, gesturing to me to close my eyes and sleep.

I laid with him, but I still couldn't fall asleep after quite some time. I still felt the dull pain, and it was very

uncomfortable. In the end, I sat up in annoyance, "Hendrix, I don't want this child anymore! I can't sleep

at all."

Other than laughing, there was nothing else he could do. He opened his eyes, and got up, too, to hold

me in his arms. And he asked, "Do you have sore spots? Where are they? I'll give you a massage."

"My arms and legs are sore. And the baby is making it hard for me to breathe!" The baby had grown so

much for the past two months, and sometimes, she made me have difficulty breathing. It had gotten to

the point where it was difficult for me to even walk.