My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna) novel Chapter 367

I pursed my lips and pushed Hendrix away. "It's hot. Get away from me!"

What was he sorry for?

I wanted to know but I didn't ask. I stared at the ceiling. My heart felt a little empty.

I did hate Hendrix the time when something happened to our child. I was bitter at him for failing to protect me, bitter at him for not being by my side when things happened.

Thinking back, I might have been selfish for not thinking things from his end.

"I won't do it again." He said, his voice was a little hoarse.

I pursed my lips and looked at him in a casual manner. "Hendrix, do you love me?"

This question was pointless but I still wanted to know.

He looked at me sideways and said after a long time. "I won't ever divorce you, you'll be my wife forever."

What kind of answer was that?

I pursed my lips and said indifferently, "Okay!"

It felt like he didn't even answer my question.

Noticing that my lips were pursed and I was silent, Hendrix held my shoulder and asked, "Are you angry?"

I shook my head. I was a little sleepy.

I closed my eyes sleepily. Maybe it was because I was relieved that I slept soundly that day.

The agreement with Fantasia was set and things would fall into place within 3 days' time.

The next morning, Hendrix got up early for work. I laid in bed and narrowed my eyes at him. "Do you only wear such monotone clothes ever since you were young?"

He took a tie out from the closet. Instead of answering my question, he looked at me and said, "Come and fix my necktie for me."

I shook my head and said, "I don't know how." I really didn't know how. Before Hendrix, I had not been in a relationship with any other men. He was my first. Plus, I had never learnt to tie a necktie before.

He frowned and said, "I'll teach you."

Hendrix really did know how to get things his way.

I sat up straight. I looked at him and said, "Come over." It was still early, and I didn't want to leave the bed as I had no other plans for the day.

I was surprised. I asked, "Aaron?"

He snorted and said, "Why? What's wrong? Are you not willing to meet me?"

"No!" I was a little confused. "I am in Ucrebury, not in Jarold City. You..."

"Cut the crap!" He lost his temper. "I'm downstairs at your Flora Hill. Are you coming down or not?"

I was caught by surprise at his temper. Why was Aaron so angry?

I changed my clothes and headed down. I saw that the caretaker had prepared breakfast and asked that she pack two portions for me.

At the door was a black Bugatti. It was hard for me to pretend as if I had never seen the car. The window was rolled down.

Aaron scowled at me and said, "Get in!"

There was a faint, sweet fragrance filling up the car. It was sprayed to cover up the faint underlying tobacco smell in the air.

Aaron looked at me with a tired face and asked, "Why did you block my number?"

I was stunned and said hesitantly, "What?" Since when had I done that?