My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna) novel Chapter 1328

Moreover, he had caused him serious damage!

Hendrix left. Estella was stunned. She looked at me and said, "Mrs. Roberts, I'll take you home, but I don't know where you live. You need to tell me your address."

I smiled lightly and nodded. Then I spoke, "Sorry to trouble you!"

She shook her head with a smile. "No, it's my job."

It was time to get off work. Hendrix had taken the car that we arrived in, but luckily Estella had her own car. After getting on, she looked at me and said with a smile, "You don't have to worry. Although I just got my driver's license, I'm still quite steady."

I smiled faintly and slid into the front passenger seat. Thinking about how she had been promoted to secretary from receptionist, I casually said, "Hendrix has a lot of problems. You must be tired all the time. The things a secretary has to take care of may be more trivial than a receptionist's work."

She started the car and smiled, "It's all right. Mr. Roberts is a very nice person. He always asks someone else to teach me the things that I'm not

familiar with."

I nodded and didn't answer.

On the way, she parked the car at the side of the road and got off to bring her things from the trunk of the car to the front. I looked back, and saw her carrying a grey bag.

After getting back into the driver's seat, she put the grey bag in the back seat and told me with a smile, "I have to find someone to return their stuff later. I'm afraid that I will forget it, so I have to take it out first to avoid that happening."

I nodded and didn't say anything else.

"He was injured in a vital area and was rescued in the hospital. Austin was there to guard him at the hospital. Why are you still up?" He changed his shoes and looked up at me.

I walked up to him and replied, "I was worried about you, so I waited at home for you to come back." As I spoke, I saw him tossing the grey bag he brought home to a side.

I couldn't help but frown. I had seen this bag before in Estella's car. Why was he holding it?

Hendrix must be exhausted. He rubbed his temples and leaned against the sofa to rest. I pursed my lips and looked at the grey bag. I walked to his side and massaged his shoulders to relieve his fatigue. Then I asked him, "I saw you holding a grey bag when you came back. What's that?"

He closed his eyes and said, "I gave my coat to Estella when the accident happened. She washed it and returned it to me. The maid will come and clean up tomorrow. Ask her to take care of it!"

Looking at the bag, I remembered that Hendrix had indeed given his coat to Estella when the accident happened that day. I'd bought another set of new clothes for Hendrix that day.