My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna) novel Chapter 682

Yana was momentarily startled; she hadn't expected me to call Aaron. She tugged at me and whispered, "Arianna, don't do this, I'm okay."

I patted her hand and whispered back, "It's fine!"

Aaron, who was on the other end of the call, was stunned and said in confusion, "A driver will be going over to pick her up. Don't worry."

I suppressed my anger and felt that he had definitely crossed the line. "Aaron, she's your wife and she's pregnant. Are you sure your brain works?"

What kind of mindset did he have, for him to personally send a stranger home, but leave his own wife alone on the roadside?

"I don't plan on marrying her. She's just a birthing tool to me, so Arianna, you don't have to feel bad for her as if she's your sister-in-law. One day, when I meet the woman I really want to marry, I'll take her to you and I'll let you call her your sister-in-law. Don't worry, the chauffeur and servants at home will take good care of her. I myself know how I should treat her. You should take care of your own health, don't overthink things. Be good!"

Though Aaron's voice was not loud, Yana heard every word he said since she sat close to me.

For a moment, I was speechless. I hung up and looked at Yana.

Her face was pale. Even though she was obviously in a lot of emotional pain, she still mustered a smile at me to comfort me, to show that she was fine.

There were tears in her eyes. She probably didn't want me to see her in pain, so she turned to look out of the window and avoided my gaze.

I felt sorry for this girl. It was as if I was looking at my past self.

I didn't look at him but fixed my eyes on my own fingertips. My fingernails had grown longer.

He seemed to be waiting for me to finish. I was silent for a moment, then continued, "After that, Andrea had an accidental miscarriage. I watched as you spoiled her and cared for her. I wanted a divorce and to keep the baby, so I pretended as though I had gone through a procedure to get rid of the baby. But I didn't think that you would end up falling for me, that you would..."

The car slowly stopped at the side of the road. He lifted my chin up with his long fingers so that I was looking at him. Our eyes met, and I gazed into his deep, mesmerizing dark eyes.

I was in a daze, not knowing what to say at the moment.

He lowered his eyes, looking somewhat despondent. He said in a low, hoarse voice, "The reason I wanted to divorce you was that I wasn't sure if I could take good care of you for the rest of our lives, if I could completely devote myself to care for you. If there was any uncertainty that we could continue journeying through life together, the closer we were, the more painful the breakup would have been."