My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna) novel Chapter 269

By then, the call was already connected. Hendrix put it on the speaker, and Josiah's clear voice came through, "Hendrix, what's wrong?"

"Arianna lent you my clothes before, didn't you? Give them back to me after cleaning. I want to wear them," He went straight to the point, unbothered.

He truly was heedless.

I could almost imagine the look of Josiah on the other end of the line. There was a silence from the speaker before Josiah replied, "Are you out of clothes to wear?"

Hendrix answered, "Not quite."

"Forget about it then. I don't know where I've kept them," Josiah was equally unbothered by Hendrix's bluntness, and he wanted to hang up the phone after that.

Josiah's attitude was getting on Hendrix's nerves, so he said in displeasure, "Then find them! Arianna bought them for me. Do you think it's appropriate for you to hold them?"

"Well, I fit in it. So, why not?" Judging by his reply, it seemed like Josiah was in a foul mood too. There were some noises in the background.

"It looks like you don't need the recommendation letter for the Mesville International Bone Cancer Hospital anymore. By the way, do you know that it has been officially established?" After Hendrix said this, he leaned back on the chaise lounge, poised.

"Fine. I'll find the clothes for you," Josiah replied almost immediately but still indifferent, "I'll look for them as soon as possible."

After that, he hung up the phone.

I was speechless at how quickly Josiah changed his mind.

Hendrix kept his phone away, and he glanced at me. I rolled my eyes at him and pulled the quilt up. There wasn't really anything we could talk about, so I decided to go to bed.

Since Sawyer and Aaron had come to Jarold City, my days were less dreary. Besides, I still had all the jewelry that Hendrix bought me.

She only smiled and urged, "Take a look at it first."

I picked up the document from the coffee table, and I read through it very carefully. When I finished, I had mixed feelings about it. Looking at Valerie, I said, "Madam Lawson is indeed one of the listed billionaires. You're generous - overdoing it, even."

Valerie took my implication with ease, her smile unremitting, "Not really. Everything I offered you causes no harm to you in any way. If you truly love Hendrix, I believe that you'll think about it carefully for his future. Hendrix is an ambitious man. I believe he wanted to expand the Roberts Group's business in Jarold City because Ucrebury can no longer accommodate his ambition."

Valerie gave me some time to process what she had said, playing with the ring on her finger. Then, she continued, "If he wants to develop the company in Jarold City, judging from his abilities and existing connections, it will be exceptionally difficult for him to make a comeback as in Ucrebury. We both know that Hendrix needs external help for a promising future."

I stared at the contract in my hands and listened to her without much emotion. But at her last sentence, I almost laughed out loud, and I replied, "I have to admit that you really know how to make full use of your advantages, Madam Lawson. But you probably don't know Hendrix well enough. He has always been God's favorite, and he had never wanted to receive help from others. If he really is determined to expand the business in Jarold City, I believe that he'll be successful even without any help."

I had never doubted Hendrix's ability nor have I thought that he would sacrifice his wife and the child for his future.