My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 290

Hendrix hummed in agreement and began caressing my baby bump. He sighed softly, "Thank you for

sacrificing so much for the baby."

I didn't reply to him. Somehow, I felt a little uneasy. I went over the days in my head, and I realized it

would be Andrea's birthday in two days.

At the thought of this, I turned to ask Hendrix, "It'll be Andrea's birthday in two days. Are you going to

her birthday party?"

Judging by how close Andrea was with the boys, she would definitely invite them to her party.

He shook his head, "Your due date is near. I can't possibly go out at this time."

I laughed, "The due date is two weeks away. Why are you so worried? Besides, there are doctors and Têxt belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

helpers at home. You have nothing to worry about."

Raising his eyebrows, he looked at me and said, "But they're not your husband."

Listening to his words, I only smiled at him, and I didn't continue the conversation.

Then, I turned to look at the scenery out of the car window. Valerie's words kept ringing in my mind, and

they put me on edge. Everything seemed calm for the past few days, but I couldn't help but feel that

something dangerous for me-or, God forbid, Hendrix-was lying ahead.

If Valerie had made up her mind to get Hendrix and Andrea engaged, her means wouldn't be harmless.

Although Andrea was arrogant and domineering, at least she was held back by her pride of being a

daughter of the Moore family. But that wasn't the case for Valerie; she climbed to her glory from

nothing. She was far from as simple as she seemed.

Since I was in a gloomy mood on the ride home, Hendrix thought I was tired. He carried me straight

back to the bedroom when we arrived at the villa.

Frankly, I didn't want to talk either. So, I simply leaned into him and pretended to be asleep, only

opening my eyes when the bedroom fell silent.

I found my cell phone and called Ian, and he picked up after it rang only a few times.

"Babe, it's five in the morning here in Mesville!" Ian's voice sounded hoarse and sickly from the other

end of the line phone.

Confused, I asked, "Why are you still in Mesville? I thought you've already returned?"

I thought Ian had already left Mesville when Sawyer called me that day.

"No, I'm flying back tomorrow in the afternoon," he replied wearily. "Why did you suddenly call me? Oh,

did you deliver?"

"Not yet," I said softly. Then, I continued, "But it'll be soon. Ian, please come back earlier. I don't feel

good about this. Monique isn't here, and you're not here too. I can't calm down."

"Of course," he answered. "I know. That's why I was rushing to tie up the loose ends here in Mesville

for the past few days. I wanted to go back as soon as possible, but I was caught up by a customer. It

was a bit troublesome."

Ian had always been busy with work, so I knew he already did his best to make time for me. Nodding, I

softly said, "Well, there's still two more weeks before the due date. You should be back by then. By the

way, I can't get through Monique's phone. Do you know what's going on?"

"Monique is at somewhere I doubt that would show on the map, Arianna. I think it's normal to have no

signal once in a while. Stop worrying about her and put yourself first. Call me if there's anything you

need. Or you can call Sawyer. He's in Jarold City, isn't he? You can look for him!"

I nodded again, feeling a little relieved. "Alright. But please keep an eye on Monique for me. She's too

far away that no one could get to her immediately even if something bad happens. At least I'm in the

city."

"I know!" he sighed. "You two are freaks, you know? One ran away to God-knows-where to give birth,

and the other couldn't keep her cool even though she's with her husband."

What he said was true, so I didn't say anything. Then, hearing the footsteps in the hallway, outside, I

breathed to the phone in a haste, "I'll call you another day. Sleep tight!"

And I hung up the call immediately after.

Two days later.

Although Hendrix had been busy, he would come back to dine with me every day, and he hadn't missed

a single meal so far.