My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna) novel Chapter 730

He did not speak anymore, but his kisses kept coming like a storm. It was like he wanted to eat me alive.

He was emotional.

I realized it when we were at the hotel. But why was he being like this?

I had thought it was because he was tired, but now this didn't seem to be the case now.

The air in the bathroom was hot, and he had the body of a perfect man. There was nothing in his eyes but lust and passion.

"Hendrix!" I shrieked, and he had already picked me up.

He stopped, and panted heavily while looking at me, his eyes dark yet luminous at the same time.

He looked confused.

"Are you angry?" I asked. I too was confused about what was going on with him, but I treaded carefully.

He looked at me, and his dark eyes narrowed slightly. His gaze was as gentle as ever.

"You don't want to?" He asked slowly, and his voice sounded hoarse and restrained.

I shook my head. "I want to, but not here, okay?"

He hugged me and said in a low voice, "Okay!"

He went back to the bedroom and put me on the bed.

We slept together before but this time, it felt different.

That night, I didn't sleep for a long while. I laid beside him and felt a throbbing ache in my heart.

I only fell asleep much later in the night, a groan in my ear woke me up. I immediately sat up and turned on the bedside lamp.

Hendrix's forehead was beaded with sweat, and his brows were knitted together as he cried out in pain.

"Every time I enter the Ucrebury villa, it feels empty. Later, when I went to visit my grandparents at the cemetery, their tombstones would look so vivid, so clear. I began to doubt whether I was in a dream. On the way back to the villa, I even had the idea of plunging the car to the bottom of the cliff. I wanted to wake up from this dream..."

I held his hand and interlocked my fingers with his. There was a dull pain in my heart. "I'm sorry!"

He continued, "Arianna, Grandpa taught me how to survive in the business world and how to confront my enemies, but he has never taught me how to love. When I met you, I was testing the waters and hurt you in the process. I'm sorry."

I shook my head, and tears flowed from my eyes. "I was too stubborn."

No one was perfect. In the past seven years, though I was submissive, I never did think much for him or from his perspective. I never put myself in his shoes.

I loved him, but not in the right way.

If I had told him the truth about our child instead of faking my miscarriage... if I had showed vulnerability instead of making him think that I was alright with leaving...

He wouldn't be so worried that I would leave him after I reunited with the Moore Family, and he wouldn't let our child die. Monique wouldn't have died because of me, and my relationship with my actual parents wouldn't be in this torrid state either.