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My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna) novel Chapter 1140

At first, I planned to return to the hotel for a bath and much needed sleep. But with the third party's arrival, my plan had to be put on hold. After all, I was in charge of the project. It would be inappropriate if I didn't show up.

So I nodded and said, "Well, Let me know which room you'll be in. When I'm done dealing with the affairs here at the base, I'll go over immediately." He agreed and hung up the phone.

I was exhausted by the time I got off work. The mobile phone in my bag kept going off, but I haven't had the time to check who was calling.

As I left the base, I finally had the opportunity to check my dozens of messages.

It turned out that they were all from Hendrix. But instead of messages, they were all money transfers.

I grimaced in disapproval. The money will return to him within 24 hours.

Sebastian made a reservation for dinner at the hotel that evening. When I was about to take Hugo's car, I saw Hendrix in a black suit with flowers in his hand standing at the entrance to the base.

I had to admit it was quite romantic. He knew to have flowers when admitting his mistake.

I pretended not to see him. When I saw Hugo, I said, "Mr. Lance, I might have to take your car to the hotel."

He glanced briefly at Hendrix, smiled and said, "Did you have a fight?"

I smiled and said with a little embarrassment, "Is it on your route?"

He smiled and said, "It's on my route!"

As I walked with him to the car, Hendrix blocked my way. He handed me the flowers in his arms and said, "I'm here to pick you up from work!"

He smiled faintly and looked at me. "You're also very happy, aren't you? Look at Mr. Roberts. The moment you're angry, he gives up his identity as a big boss, forgets his dignity and comes to pick you up in person. And you even left him hanging."

I smiled cheekily, "That's because he did something wrong."

He smiled faintly. "Men and women are just like this. When my wife was young, she always liked to get angry. When I don't give her a call, she will start to quarrel with me. Every time she made a fuss, I didn't know what to do. But now that she is old, her temper is much better. Of course, if I don't go home for a long time, she will still cry like a child."

I took out my phone and impulsively approved all the transfers from Hendrix. Then I sent him an emoji.

He texted back instantly, "What do you want to eat for dinner? I'll order in!"

I typed back. I have to meet our client tonight. Let's eat another day!

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