My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna) novel Chapter 2100

"Sure," I replied grimly. I didn't have the energy to force a smile, so I sent them off. "Alright, I understand. It's been a long day. I'm heading up, you guys continue."

"Oh come on, Arianna. We just got here..."

"Raiya," Sawyer called out. He was a sensible person and could tell that I didn't want to continue the conversation. Sawyer glanced at Raiya and told her not to push it. Then, he took the initiative to leave. "It's getting late, and we don't want to impose. Let's go home, our kids are waiting."

Since he was being considerate, I couldn't show my indifference. I sent him out before stepping on the stairs to head to the second floor.

Halfway there, I heard Tobias whisper, "Is Sawyer not gay? Has he always been so masculine?"

After taking a hot shower and lying down, Hendrix returned to our room, took off his coat, laid down next to me and hugged me from behind.

"Are you upset?" After holding me for a while, Hendrix asked quietly.

Emotional instability was normal in a state of jealousy and impatience, but Hendrix had complete control of my mental state. I was immersed and lost in his gentle tone.

"A little." Hugging the comer of the blanket, I turned over like a frightened bunny and snuggled his arms. I did not stop until I was tucked into his chest tightly. Breathing a sigh of relief, I muttered, "When can we live a peaceful life..."

"With me around, you can always rely on me." Hendrix changed into a comfortable position and rubbed my back with his warm palm.

With him embracing me protectively in his arms, I felt like a child who had yet to grow up.

I raised my head and bit his chin in a fit of pique.

Hendrix hissed in pain, his eyebrows scrunched together. After a while, he relaxed them and went back to being calm as if nothing happened.

"Does it not hurt?" I asked a question with an obvious answer.

Like a deflated balloon, Hendrix slowly laid flat with his hands still on my waist for fear that I would fall. Only then did he let out a long sigh, going along with me, "Yes, Miss Reid. How will you punish me for losing?"

"You're no fun." I got off him and laid on the bed.

There was little sense of achievement in easy successes.

Hendrix leaned to one side and held his chin, staring at me with great interest, saying, "I thought you were mad about Jordan?"

"Isn't being mad a futile thing to do?" I questioned, feeling like the matter no longer mattered.

Whether it was about Jordan or money laundering, I couldn't escape any of it. What had happened just then was the sudden surge of my emotions. Once it was over, there was nothing to be afraid of.

Being married was quite magical. A quarrel with Hendrix could resolve my negative emotions with ease; it rendered psychiatrist and counselors rather useless.