My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna) novel Chapter 1527

I pursed my lips and told him, "If you don't like staying in hotels, you can also stay in my place. I'll get a housekeeper for you."

He grinned, "That's more like it!"

Seeing that I was driving towards downtown, he asked, "Where are we going?"

"I thought you wanted to try the specialties of Jarold City? I'm bringing you there. It's lunchtime. Aren't you hungry?" Glancing sideways, I could see that he was watching me.

"How about we don't do that? Take me back to the villa and cook some pasta for me. I have no interest for the specialties in Jarold City." He leaned against the seat lazily.

The corners of my mouth twitched uncontrollably. I couldn't help but glance at him. "Why do you want to go to my house so badly? Do you have any ulterior motives?"

He laughed and answered, "What ulterior motives? I don't want anything in your house. I just want to eat some pasta made by you. What's wrong with that? I have signed the agreement, and I have done what I should do. Are you planning to turn your back on me now?"

I frowned and responded, "No, I'm just curious as to why the sudden interest in the pasta I make. By the way, how is Auntie doing?" Thinking of his mother, I asked casually.

Unexpectedly, he uttered coldly, "Do you want to go back or not? If you don't, stop the car and let me out. I'll go to the hotel!"

There must be something wrong with him for getting so agitated out of the blue.

I didn't speak anymore and drove directly to the villa. He called someone as soon as he got out of the car. After a while, someone sent his suitcase to my house and he looked at me expectantly. "I'm starving. Aren't you going to make my pasta?"

He queried, "Is your bedroom on the second floor?"

I nodded. "Yes!"

He carried his suitcase upstairs. I watched him from behind and announced, "Mr. Hayes, I'm going back to the Moore Villa tonight and won't be here. If you need anything, just let me know. I'll make some arrangements later."

He turned around to look at me with wide eyes. "What do you mean you're going to the Moore Villa and won't be here? Are you planning to let me stay alone in this lifeless villa while you enjoy the warmth of a family? Arianna, tell me, do you still have a conscience? How can you bear to leave me here alone? What are you thinking?"

After hearing his words, my head throbbed. I scrutinized him and replied, "Mr. Hayes, I usually stay at the Moore Villa when Hendrix is not at home. I don't really stay here. It's okay for you to stay here, there is even a car in the garage. You can use it if you want to. If you really don't want to go out at night, I'll prepare some food. I'll find a housekeeper to cook your meals for you. You have nothing to worry about at all."