My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna) novel Chapter 1844

"Alright, hurry up. I can only cover for you till here." Freya waved impatiently and strutted towards the parking lot in her high heels.

Looking at her delicate back, Monique's face suddenly flashed in my mind-the person who could always see right through me, no explanation needed.

"Du —" The car horn sounded just beside me, pulling me back to reality.

I turned around and saw Hendrix rolling down the window, looking at me coldly.

I hurriedly walked over and sat into the passenger seat.

I thought Hendrix had something to say, but he only turned his head to the other side after he closed the door.

I leaned towards him and asked, "Jealous?"

Hendrix suddenly sat up straight and stared ahead. He replied calmly, "No."

Of course, I didn't buy it. I pretended to explain casually, "I was here to celebrate with Freya, but we bumped into Santiago and the others. It's Freya's first day being the boss, so we couldn't refuse the guests by driving them away. We could only join tables."

As for what happened later, Hendrix was smart enough to understand it without a need for any further explanation.

Alwin liked causing trouble. He couldn't afford to pull on Hannah and Santiago's leg, so I became his target. But Hendrix came in time to obliterate his plan.

Hendrix's expression remained unchanged, "That's enough. Get off. I should go."

As he spoke, he reached out to start the engine.

Forcing a kiss on him came naturally to me.

Feeling the soft touch, Hendrix subconsciously stretched out his hand to pull me closer, but I abruptly avoided him and returned to my seat, making it impossible for him to touch me.

Hendrix's hand was suspended in mid-air, and he awkwardly paused for two seconds before withdrawing it. Suddenly, he was discouraged and leaned on the leather chair with a rueful smile. "You're the only woman in this world who can take advantage of me over and over again."

Any woman would want to take advantage of him. Was he trying to see who had more charm?

It didn't matter who had the most charm at the moment; what was important was that Hendrix laughed.

As long as he was not angry, it would be easier to talk things out with him.