My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 261

I nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

Heather and I returned to the compound, and as expected, Hendrix wasn't there. There were several

missed calls on my cell, all of which were from Sawyer.

I suddenly remembered that he had mentioned that he would come to Jarold City.

I called back, and he answered the phone after only a few rings.

"Arianna, if I hadn't called, you would just forget us, wouldn't you?" the person on the other end of the

line questioned loudly once the call got through.

I was confused, "Who's us?"

There was a moment of silence before Sawyer finally said, "Monique, Ian, and me." "Ian and me," I

repeated his words and teased. "Sawyer, have you listened to yourself? You sounded so wrong. I don't

even know how to convince myself that nothing is going on with you and Ian."

"Bullsh*t!" he cursed. Then, he decided to change the topic, "I'm already in Jarold City. Give me your Belonging to NôvelDrama.Org.

address later. I'll come to visit you."

I nodded and sent Sawyer the address after ending the short call.

Then, I noticed that there were other missed calls on my cell phone, and some of them were from

Aaron. I didn't bother to return the call. Instead, I turned off the phone and sat in the living room, lost in

my thoughts.

Before I knew it, it was already evening when Hendrix returned home. Seeing that I was sitting in a

trance in the living room, he frowned and draped a blanket over my lap.

Then, he sat beside me and pulled me into his embrace. He planted a kiss on my forehead and asked

in a hushed tone, "Why didn't you stay in the hospital for a few more days?"

I looked upwards at him and noticed his stubble. Combined with his heavy dark circles, he looked very

fatigued.

"I don't want to be in the hospital anymore. Enough of me, tell me about you. Are you very busy

recently?" He seemed to have aged a lot since the last time I saw him, but it was only a few days ago.

Hendrix hummed, but he didn't reply to me in a coherent sentence. He only closed his eyes and rested

his chin on my shoulder. He seemed to have fallen asleep.

At first, I had a lot to tell him. However, seeing him in this state, I bit my tongue.

I went back to stare at the coffee table as I had before Hendrix came home.

A piano melody suddenly rang in the room. It was Hendrix's incoming call ringtone. I nudged him with

my shoulder, but he didn't give any response. I had to wake him up, "Hendrix, your phone is ringing."

He grunted wearily, "You pick it up."

Then, he changed into a more comfortable position and went back to sleep. It seemed that he was truly

drained.

I took his phone out of his pocket and saw that it was Andrea calling. Somehow, I was still surprised at

seeing her name on Hendrix's phone. Not planning to answer it, I parted my lips again, "It's Andrea."

A moment later, Hendrix opened his eyes and took the ringing phone from me. He glimpsed at me, "I'm

going to take it outside."

Then, he went out to the courtyard.

It was odd that I wasn't as mad as I thought I would be when I watched him leave. I only looked on

without many expressions fora long time before withdrawing my gaze.

Heather was busy preparing food in the kitchen. She noticed that I had been sitting in the same spot

since we came home, so she reminded me out of kindness, "Madam, you're going to give birth in just a

few weeks. You should get up more often and do some light exercise. Otherwise, you'll be in trouble if

you have difficulties during delivery."

I took her advice and got up, intending to go for a walk in the yard. However, I immediately got

goosebumps once I thought of the snake from that day.

Therefore, I gave up and went up to the bedroom instead.

It was already dark. Since Hendrix hadn't returned after the call, he should have already gone out.

Being stuck in the room, I got a little frustrated. But I didn't dare to walk in the yard.

Then, something else came up in my mind. And right away, I put on a pair of flat shoes and went

downstairs.

Heather was in the living room when she saw me heading to the front door. She called out in a hurry

and asked, "Madam, are you going out? Mr. Roberts has ordered that we shouldn't let you go out on

your own. Please wait for a moment, I'll come with you!"

Then, perhaps she was afraid that I might leave without her, Heather ran into the kitchen to quickly

clean the mess.