My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 36

He nodded and answered, "Yes, but medicine is still a drug nonetheless. It's more or less harmful."

"It's okay. Please send it to me later."

I left the washroom and returned to the private room. Austin had picked a few songs on the large

screen to sing along. When he saw me returning, he narrowed his eyes at me and mocked, "What

happened? Can't you even handle one glass?"

I ignored him and glanced at the table. Apart from the one that I had drunk, all the other glasses

remained unmoved on the table as before.

Hendrix and Andrea sat close next to each other. She said something to him and he nodded slightly.

When his gaze landed on me, his eyes darkened and he looked away indifferently.

My heart sank. I walked to the table and said to Austin, "I hope you won't go back on your words, Mr.

Shelley."

After saying that, I downed a glass full of alcohol. I forcibly suppressed the strong sense of nausea and

downed another few glasses. I was never good at handling alcohol in the first place. When I reached

my third glass, my lower abdomen ached faintly.

Josiah could see that something was wrong. He gripped my hand that was holding a glass and turned

to Hendrix, saying, "She is still your wife, Hendrix. You know how weak she is right now. It'll be too late

for you to regret if something goes wrong."

"Let go of me!" I was already starting to feel a little dizzy. At that moment, my heart was overflowing

with anger and injustice. I pushed Josiah away and reached out to grab another glass.

All of a sudden, my action was halted by a powerful force, then I was pulled into a familiar embrace.

Austin looked at Hendrix in confusion, "Hendrix?"

"She's my wife, I'll drink the rest." After that, Hendrix finished off the rest of the glasses. Andrea

watched as he did so, and her eyes reddened at once.

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forcefully.

No one knew how much Hendrix had drunk. Andrea stood up suddenly, looked at Austin and

demanded, "Send me home!"

She sounded like she was irritated and aggrieved.

Austin stared at Hendrix with a complicated expression and opened his mouth. For a while, he didn't

know what to say. Eventually, he left with Andrea.

Josiah was the only one left. He snatched the glass from Hendrix's hand and ordered, "If you don't

want anything bad to happen to her, take her home quickly!"

He was referring to me.

Hendrix's brows furrowed, and then he carried me out of the nightclub. I was slightly light-headed. I

didn't know how Josiah had left. When Hendrix placed me in the car, I felt immense pain in my lower

abdomen.

My whole body curled up, holding my lower abdomen. Seeing this, Hendrix frowned again and placed

his palm on my lower abdomen. He asked, "Is it very painful?"

I nodded, beads of sweat precipitated on my forehead.

He started the car and said, "Endure it for a while, we're going to the hospital!"

I was so shocked that I broke out in a cold sweat. I grabbed him hastily, peered into his dark eyes, and

shook my head. "Send me back to the villa and let Doctor Saunders treat me. He has the medicine."

Hendrix frowned deeper and seemed somewhat displeased.

In fear that he might suspect something, I quickly clarified, "He was the one who helped me recuperate

after the operation. He knows what to do!"

After a pause, Hendrix finally revved up the engine and drove off in the direction of the villa.

It was only then that I let out a sigh of relief.

Hendrix's driving skills were great and he was speeding. It didn't take long for us to reach the villa.

Josiah was going to go back to get the medicine anyway, so he arrived in no time as well.

Hendrix carried me to my bedroom and Josiah fed me some medicine. Then, the pain in my lower

abdomen gradually eased.

After a long day, I felt dizzy and somnolent. I drifted off to sleep in a daze.

In my sleep, I heard Hendrix calling my name, but I was too drowsy to open my eyes. I was vaguely

aware that he was changing me out of my clothes and carried me to the bathroom to help me bathe.

Subconsciously, I wanted to refuse, but I couldn't wake up no matter how hard I tried.