My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna) novel Chapter 239

I opened my mouth to ask whether he was hurt, but as I was about to speak, I saw a pair of dark eyes staring at me emotionlessly.

I swallowed the words, feeling a little frightened of him.

"Why did you come back?" Hendrix furrowed his brows, and he was still cold towards me.

I lowered my head. After all, I left in a hurry without solving the matter properly. I paused and said, "Hendrix, I'm sorry. I can't leave Aaron alone. If you are still mad at me, you can do anything you want to me!"

He scoffed, "Anything?"

Looking at him, I nodded earnestly. "Yes, you can even hit me."

"Hit you?" He laughed in exasperation. "Arianna, when did you learn the carrot-and-stick method? It looks like you've become sleek in the past few years working in the Roberts Groups."

I had nothing to explain myself.

"Why don't you drink the soup to warm up? You'll have an upset stomach if you don't eat anything!" I changed the topic. Under such a circumstance, I could only be pliant to him. If I was aggressive, I was afraid that things wouldn't end well for us.

At this moment, Hendrix's face was gloomy like the sky on the verge of a storm.

"Aren't you going to explain what's with Aaron?"

I frowned. I couldn't help but feel irritated at the mention of it. Aaron and I went way back into my past. If I had to explain what happened earlier, I had to explain what happened for the past decades in detail. And I really didn't want others to know much about my past.

Staring at his cold face, I rubbed my eyebrows and answered lightly, "Grandma adopted Aaron, just like me. He was a few years older than me, and we grew up together. Then, something happened, and he left Grandma and me. He was gone for a very long time before resurfacing again."

I didn't want to give too much detail. I didn't want to dig into those sorrows.

Hendrix took a quick shower. When he got out of the en suite, he only had a bath towel wrapped around his lower body. Glistening drops of water rolled down the lean muscles of his chest and abdomen.

He lifted his hands to wipe his hair dry with the towel, and I noticed that there was a large fresh bruise on his back. It must be from the iron shovel earlier. I got up and left the room to get a first-aid kit from the living room.

When I returned to the bedroom, Hendrix was already lying on his bed, reading a book. Then, seeing me carrying a first-aid kit in my hand, he raised his eyebrows and asked, "What's the matter?"

"I'll help to put medication to your wound," I went to his side and found the ointment for bruises in the first-aid kit. Looking at him, I said, "Your back is bruised. Let me put some ointment on it!"

He glanced at the tube in my hand, then sat up straight and turned to expose his back to me.

I warmed up the ointment on my palm, and then gently rubbed it against his back. I didn't put too much force into it, as I was scared that he would feel the pain. Also, the ointment had a strong yet unpleasant scent.