My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna) novel Chapter 1192

My face flushed red and I nodded, "Yes!"

My answer made him very happy, "You can have a good look at home, but now, resist yourself. I still have to work to do, otherwise, I can't work today."

At first, I didn't understand what he meant. It wasn't until I felt the stiffness under my legs that I flushed and tried to get up from his lap. But he held me in place. He took a breath and said in a hoarse voice, "Where are you going?"

I lowered my head and bit my lip, "I don't want to affect your work."

He raised his eyebrows and teased, "Too late, you've affected me already."

I had no reply to that. Stunned and unsure what to do, I stayed where I was, like sitting on pins and needles. He kept me firmly in his arms and continued working. I was a grown woman sitting in her husband's lap like a child.

I didn't dare to move at first, but I gradually relaxed and leaned on his shoulder. Then I watched him work from my new angle.

I couldn't remember when I fell asleep. When I woke up, I was on the bed in the lounge. Outside, I overheard the conversation between Hendrix and

Evan.

Evan said, "This time, the situation is different from before. Someone deliberately slandered Roberts Group. Those keyboard warriors are using their public accounts to slander Roberts Group on the Internet, and they're also targeting you and your wife for publicity."

"Hm?"

Evan elaborated, "They said that you and your wife are only married for business. You don't have any feelings toward each other. Moreover, you have mistresses and your own little family outside. They are saying the same about Mrs. Roberts. They're saying that she has a complicated relationship with a married man. Her private life is very chaotic."

I frowned and couldn't help taking out my phone to read the news, which I hadn't browsed in ages. Just as Evan had said, many public accounts were slandering Hendrix and me.

Outside, Hendrix said after a moment of silence, "Well, don't worry about it. Pay attention to the Milton family's situation. They are making such a big detour, there must be something beyond this."

He agreed. Looking at his calm nonchalance, I couldn't help wondering, "Why aren't you in a hurry about the company's affairs at all?"

He looked at me, held my hand in his, and said with a smile, "Why? Are you afraid that Roberts Group will go bankrupt and I can't afford to take care of you?"

My mouth twitched, "You know that's not what I meant."

"Don't worry, this is a plot. I know it very well!" He spoke with a deep and cold expression as if victory was already in his hands.

In business, there were ups and downs. One second you may be okay, but the situation might change drastically in the next. This kind of thing was common.

Leaving it to him, I didn't press him further.

The car stopped at the entrance of the Sunset Restaurant and we got out. The place Aaron chose had a somewhat elegant name. I thought he was planning to let out his emotions, he might find a place to drink and complain. I didn't expect him to find such an antique place.