My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna) novel Chapter 530

Andrea bawled her eyes out. Anne started crying too.

I took Anne over from Ian as she could not stop crying. I puckered my lips looking at Valerie and Andrea, refusing to say a word more.

I took off with Anne in my arms and I was ready to go.

As I was going down the flight of stairs, I overheard Pedro telling Andrea, "From now on, you are not a part of the Moore Family. You should not stay at Pearis Manor. My assistant will arrange a place for you in the Southern District. Stay there. Don't cause any unnecessary trouble."

I had no interest in knowing the remaining conversation. I supposed Andrea might have just said another bunch of nonsense.

Anne had stopped crying after getting into the car. She looked confused.

Hendrix finally came down. He had changed his shirt but was still black in color.

However, the black shirt did not seem to fit him well. He and Sawyer were about the same height, but their body figures were different.

Hendrix liked to stay in shape. He has a strong muscular body.

Sawyer, on the other hand, was slightly thinner and fair-looking.

Hendrix pursed his lips and asked, "Aren't you going to ask me if it hurts?"

I raised my eyebrows, asking, "Did it hurt?"

He burst out laughing, "It hurts less if you kiss me." It was obvious that he was acting like a hooligan.

I snorted, ignoring him.

He smiled and ignited the car engine without saying anything.

The journey from Pearis Manor to Flora Hill took about one hour. Both Anne and I fell asleep not long after Hendrix started driving.

When I gained consciousness, I was on my own bed in Flora Hills but Hendrix was not sleeping next to me.

I got up and walked to the baby's room to find Hendrix coaxing Anne to sleep.

I took a break for a couple of seconds before I asked Hendrix, "Did she cry?"

He nodded, "Did we wake you up?"

"Valerie, I'm fine, thank you for asking. Is the matter urgent for you to come this early? Hendrix is asleep so you might have to wait for a while."

I tried my best to suppress my dissatisfaction and motioned for her to wait in the living room.

She seemed to be unable to see my dissatisfaction. With a smile on her face, she explained, "Anne cries at night when she is hungry. Young couples like you do not have much experience taking care of her so I brought along two experienced midwives. Not only do they take care of you but they can also help take care of Anne at night."

There were two middle-aged women behind her, who looked very kind. I turned to Valerie to reject her offer, "Valerie, you do not need to do this."

She did not seem to listen. She continued to brief the midwives on Anne's conditions. Then, she looked into the kitchen and saw I had cooked something in the pot.

She said hurriedly, "Have you eaten breakfast yet? Let me make you some."

She had made her way into the kitchen as she spoke.

I...

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