My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna) novel Chapter 303

Irvin nodded. He was a little displeased, but I didn't pay much attention to him. I was thinking about what I was going to buy later.

We headed to the supermarket near the neighborhood, and I mainly put groceries into the shopping cart. He looked at me and asked in surprise, "You cook?"

It was humiliating to be asked a question like this. I retorted in frustration, "Excuse me, do you think I can't cook?"

While asking him, I put a few seasonings into the cart, and I boldly added, "Just wait and see what I'll make for you tonight!"

He laughed and patted my head, saying, "Well then, I'll wait!"

I raised my head to smile softly at him. Then, I looked at the shelf behind him and said, "Irvin, I can't reach the seasoning bag. Can you take it for me?"

Irvin didn't respond. Instead, he was looking behind me with a dark look. Perplexed at his reaction, I suddenly felt a cold gaze on me.

Out of habit, I turned back to look. However, Irvin instantly pulled me into his arms and pressed my head to his chest.

He said in a deep voice, "It's getting. We should go home."

I was even more confused. Before I could understand what was going on, someone grabbed my wrist and pulled me out of Irvin's arms.

And Hendrix came into sight. He was looking at me with many emotions in his eyes — sorrow, anger, anxiety, and joy. His gaze hit me like thunder.

For a moment, I was at a loss. My body stiffened, but my heart began to palpitate wildly. I could feel the dense pain spreading in my body, and fear began to overwhelm me.

I was trembling. In a split second, I looked away, avoiding his eyes. The pain began to feel suffocating.

Then, all of a sudden, someone held me down tightly. He whispered into my ears in a deep hoarse voice, "Arianna, it's me. I'm Hendrix. I'm your husband!"

My eyes were still red from strong emotions, but I was drained. With the only strength I still had, I struggled out of Hendrix's arms.

Irvin came forward to support me. Holding tightly onto his arms, I plead in a hoarse voice, "Irvin, take me away."

I didn't want to stay at the scene any longer. I was afraid that I would lose control of myself and fight Andrea again.

I was even more afraid to see Hendrix protecting her and they making any intimate moves.

"Alright. We're going home," Irvin said. Then, he carried me in his arms right away and left the supermarket.