My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 77

I was nauseous. He was thin and tall, but his shoulders were broad enough to support my stomach,

and I was pregnant.

After he took a few steps, I pulled at his clothes and shouted, "Sawyer, put me down quickly! I'm

pregnant! It's too dangerous for you to do this!"

Initially, he was in a hurry to leave. But when he heard what I said, he stopped abruptly and put me

down. He stared at me and said, "Since when?"

I was feeling a little dizzy, so I held my forehead and replied, "It has been two months. You're crazy, go Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

home and stop harassing others."

I was exasperated.

"Is it Hendrix's?"

D*mn it, I wanted to rage so badly but I endured it. In all seriousness, I answered his foolish question,

"I'm his wife. Who else can I have a baby with? Go home already!"

"Does he know?" His temper flared and he blocked my way with a stern face.

Looking at Sawyer, I said helplessly, "Of course he knows, he's the father. If he doesn't, who would?"

He was in low spirits, and I was in a bad mood. I was really exhausted. Brushing him aside, I went back

to the apartment.

As expected, Monique was still sleeping. She probably didn't sleep well when she had been

detained at the station. When I returned home, she was sleeping soundly in her bedroom.

It had been a while since I last visited the apartment. It was a mess there. I cleaned up and washed

some fruits. Then, I sat in the living room perusing my phone while waiting for Monique to wake up.

Somehow, I ended up falling asleep. When I woke up, I saw a note on the coffee table from Monique,

saying that she was going out to buy something.

Seeing that it was getting dark outside, I went back to my apartment. Both Monique's apartment and

mine were on the same floor, next to each other.

It was already eleven o'clock in the evening. My phone vibrated a few times. I checked the caller ID

and it turned out to be an unknown number.

I wasn't going to answer it, but the mystery caller was persistent. I finally answered it after a while and

said impatiently, "Hello?"

"Arianna!" This voice... Austin?

Why did he call me in the middle of the night?

"What's the matter?"

"Arianna, Hendrix didn't go home tonight, did he?" He was jeering, enjoying my misfortune. "Do you

really think that being pregnant means he won't cheat on you? I feel so sorry for you. Your husband is

with another woman while you're alone at home. Don't you feel betrayed?"

I pinched myself between the brows. "Mr. Shelley, why are you calling me in the middle of the night? Is

it possible that Andrea and Hendrix decided to have

s*x without you? You felt excluded, so you're using me as your punching bag?"

After a pause, I continued, "If you really like Andrea, I think you should talk to Hendrix. The three of you

can still... Never mind. Don't call me for no reason. It doesn't mean that you can vent your frustrations

on me just because you are alone."

"Arianna, you f*cking..." I hung up without listening to the rest of his sentence.

There was too much going on these days. I haven't even sorted out my work yet, and a bunch of

emotional issues had risen.

Bronzy Condo was not too big. It was about 100 square meters and was comfortable enough for

someone living alone. I was grumpy and annoyed, with all that had happened during the day.

As I had napped for a while earlier, I couldn't fall asleep, so I turned on my laptop to look up some

information.

I opened my email and saw a conspicuous email. I had almost forgotten about it. Originally, I planned

on sending the account of Roberts Group to Brilliant Audit for auditing, but I wasn't expecting them to

lead me down the rabbit hole. That was why I had phoned Aaron and asked him to give me a report on

Alford Audit. I was planning to use this information to spare myself any trouble from Alford Audit.