My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna) novel Chapter 1832

"Are you borrowing me a car or not?" I asked persistently.

Even without turning around, I could imagine the faint smile on Aaron's face.

No matter what he had in his mind, I would not go along with him. Although it had been an eventful day so far, Hendrix was far more important to me. As long as I couldn't make sure that he was safe, I wouldn't be able to feel at peace.

Freya lent me the most expensive car generously. As soon as I got the key, I went out to get the car. Once I started the engine, Aaron knocked on the window from the outside.

I looked at him impatiently. "Aaron, can we talk about this another time? I really have something to do today."

"Don't worry, I won't get in your way," Aaron said. He leaned against the car and said, "Alas, if I'd known that you were such a workaholic, I wouldn't have established the firm for you. Now, it's rare for you to go on a vacation, and here you are, rushing back in a borrowed car."

I did not know what to say to that.

Why did he sound like a spoiled brat?

Men were indeed weird creatures.

I couldn't be bothered with him any longer, so I pulled away and headed directly to the hospital where Serene was.

I had no idea that the moment I left, Aaron had made a phone call.

I rushed into the hospital and entered the same elevator. I went up to the same floor I did previously and headed to the same basement. I had all the routes at the back of my mind.

This time however, there weren't any bodyguards present to block my entry. There was no one in sight and I was free to explore the floor.

I pushed down on the door handle and went in.

An empty, pitch-black room? What was going on?

"What's wrong?" Hendrix asked, his voice a little hoarse, but gentle.

"Nothing," I replied while embracing him more tightly. I said tearfully, "Why did you return to the hospital after I left last night? Hendrix, did you do something dangerous that you're not telling me?"

Before he could speak, I continued, "Whether you did or didn't, I only need you to remember one thing - I want you to be well. You are not allowed to die without my permission!"

I spoke each word with much effort, as if it was a prayer for him.

Hendrix did not say anything as he pulled me into him, embracing me tightly. I could smell his familiar scent all over me.

To avoid being seen by others, our embrace only lasted a while before he let go of me and took me to a safe corridor.

I looked at him sternly, complaining about what had happened the night before in hopes to get a reasonable explanation out of him.