My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 268

I almost couldn't control my facial expression. Looking at Evan, I asked, "What is the average price for

all of these pieces of jewelry?"

I was a realist, and I wasn't ashamed of asking for the price since I recognized basically none of the

brands of jewelry.

Evan answered me with a straight face, "These pieces are designed and made by famous designers

with much patience and diligence. So, the average price will be around twenty million dollars."

My mouth fell agape, and I turned to stare at Hendrix. I solemnly said, "Hendrix, I don't like these

things. Ask them to return them!"

Twenty million dollars wasn't a small amount. Only a filthy rich person would spend this whopping sum

of money.

Hendrix frowned, "You don't like all of them?" While he was waiting for my answer, his gaze swept © 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

through the opened suitcases that were filled with the jewelry.

I nodded earnestly, "Yes, I don't like all of them."

"Leave all of them here, then," Hendrix gestured to Evan. "Next time, be patient and wise when you're

picking the items. Don't make useless efforts."

Evan was dumbfounded at the sudden admonish, and he turned solemn when he grasped the

situation.

After being a part of the workforce for two years, I could apprehend the hidden meaning between the

lines. Hendrix was clearly telling Evan off that he wasn't doing his job right.

Evan instructed the people to leave the jewelry behind, and he left after reporting some trivial things to

Hendrix.

Looking at the jewelry left behind, I stared at Hendrix speechlessly. "Hendrix, you're too generous to

me!"

Then, I turned around and went back to the bedroom without seeing his reaction.

I didn't usually wear jewelry, so the accessories were no different from garbage to me. And Hendrix

insisting to keep them-despite I had clearly told him that I didn't need them-was no different than

throwing money down the drain.

Hendrix trailed behind me back to our bedroom. Fortunately, he wasn't mad about the things Aaron had

sent anymore. However, if I want him to put this behind his mind, he wanted me to buy a belt for him

too.

"Hendrix, please make an appointment with Doctor Saunders if you have problems. Stop making things

difficult for me!" Something must be wrong for him to have made such a request.

"If you can buy one for Aaron with your earned money, why can't you buy one for me? I'm your

husband, and he's only your brother, isn't it?" The words sounded odd coming out of his mouth.

I scoffed, "And this husband of mine never wore the clothes that I have bought for him. So, tell me, why

should I buy anything for you again?"

"You did?" Hendrix seemed surprised, and he asked, "When?"

"Always. I kept them in your wardrobe in our villa at Ucrebury. Since you never wear them anyway, I

gave Doctor Saunders a set when his clothes were wet last time."

"Arianna, don't you know where I usually keep my clothes?"

I nodded, "I know!"

But it was no use. The clothes in his wardrobe were all in monotonous colors, those I had bought would

never be on par in terms of quality as his other clothes. Therefore, even if he knew which one I had

bought, he wouldn't wear them in his daily life anyway.

He glared at me. "Who else did you give it to?"

I shook my head, "Only Josiah."

"I want them back!"

I was flabbergasted.

I didn't understand how he could say that with a straight face.

"Hendrix, I'm not going to ask it for you. If you really want it back and you're not embarrassed by it, by

all means, go ask it yourself!" I couldn't imagine someone as stalely as Hendrix would ask others to

return a gifted outfit.

However, after listening to my words, Hendrix fished his phone out from his pocket and tapped for a

few times on the screen. He seemed determined, and I couldn't help but ask to be sure, "Are you sure

you're going to ask it back?"

He raised his eyebrows and asked, "Why can't I take my things back?"

I shut up.

And I shook my head to clear my mind.

Hendrix really had no shame!

"Hendrix, please talk to Josiah somewhere else. Don't stay in the bedroom and pollute the space," I

was too ashamed to listen to him asking for the clothes from Josiah.