My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 64

Hendrix was laughing softly, seemingly in a good mood. I had no interest in entertaining him, thus I

closed my eyes, ignoring him and ready to sleep.

Two minutes had passed, but I still couldn't fall asleep.

I began thinking of a way to ask him to help Monique. If he was involved, it would make things a lot

easier. After all, the rich and powerful always had a way with the world.

Perhaps it was due to my guilty conscience that I appeared nervous. Hendrix seemed extra mindful of

my nervousness.

As I recalled what happened between him and Andrea, I instinctively shrank back.

He turned over, but...

After some time, he got up. After putting on his pajamas, he headed out to the balcony for a smoke.

As I lay in bed, I was filled with indescribable joy.

I got up as well and walked to his side. Hugging him from behind, I leaned into his back and said, "Let's

do it in the bathroom."

His slender body stiffened all of a sudden. He put out the cigarette in his hand and turned to look at me.

There was a frosty quality to his gaze as he asked, "When did it start?"

I was dumbfounded. Was he referring to my episodes of throwing up?

I lowered my head, biting hard on my lips. After a while, I replied, "I think it was after the miscarriage..."

The incident between him and Andrea, however, would probably haunt me to the end of my days.

He stared solemnly at me before pushing me away. "I'm going to the study room for a while."

I grabbed him quickly and gazed up at him, blurting out, "Did you buy Monique's bar for Andrea?

Monique was framed, Hendrix, can you help me?"

I knew I would anger him with this request, as I did not satisfy him. However, I could not allow this to be

dragged on.

He lowered his head and stared into my eyes with narrowed pupils. His tone was icy as he uttered, "Is

that why you came back?"

I was a little frightened by his gaze. I shook my head and started, "No, I..."

"You intended to use your body to bribe me, didn't you?" He sneered, his voice laced with sarcasm.

"Arianna, did you not notice that you don't satisfy me anymore?"

I shook my head again. I was panicking, but what he said was true.

I glared at him and choked out a cry, "Hendrix, you have Andrea and many other friends, but I have no

one other than Monique. I'm begging you, please help me!"

"Hmph!" He sneered again and said mockingly, "You have no one other than Monique? Arianna, you

truly surprise me!"

He was angry. Very, very angry. Nonetheless, I couldn't think of another way.

If only I had another way to deal with this, I wouldn't have begged him!

Ignoring his fury, I took hold of his hand. I bit down hard on my lip as tears were welled up in my eyes. I

pleaded again, "Hendrix, I have no choice but to beg you, I'm sorry!"

The room was cold, and I was scarcely robed. The chill enveloped me and seeped into my bones.

Hendrix deadpanned me as I broke down emotionally. Then, he slowly calmed down. After a while, he

grabbed my hand and broke the silence. Frigidly, he said, "Go to the bathroom!"

I was taken aback, but I soon understood what he meant. Instantly, he picked me up in his arms and

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"Arianna!" His voice was hoarse.

As I raised my head to look at him, water droplets fell on my face and wet my eyes. Lowering his head,

he shielded my eyes with his palm.

I pleaded, "Hendrix, can you be gentler?"

I feared something may happen to the child!