My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna) novel Chapter 776

Hendrix smiled apologetically at her. "I need to work and Mom's not feeling all that well. So, we can't go with you. Anne, you're still young; you not only have to read books, but you'd also need to see the outside world. Thus, we've entrusted your travel responsibilities to Mr. Saunders."

Anne probably had no idea what Hendrix's big speech was about. Still, she nodded obediently. ''Okay!"

I looked at Hendrix and thought what a cunning, old fox he was!

After we had our breakfast, Hendrix sat on the sofa in the living room leisurely and seemingly not in a hurry to leave.

I asked Fiona to watch over Anne as I prepared to leave. I turned to look at Hendrix. "You're not going to the office?"

He raised his eyebrows, "I'm waiting for you!"

I was stunned. "I'm not going to the Roberts Group."

He nodded and walked towards me, "I know. I'll take you to the hospital, then I'll head to the office."

"But I can drive on my own. It's not far either!" "It's snowing heavily. It's not safe!"

Since he was so determined on sending me there, who was I to refuse?

I nodded, accepting his gesture and letting him be.

We soon arrived at the hospital.

He parked the car by the hospital building and took some tonics out of the car compartment.

I didn't expect to see these, so I asked, "When did you prepare them?"

He smiled and said, "Evan prepared them last night. Let's go!"

It seemed like he was going up with me.

After a slight hesitation, I followed him. I couldn't help but feel touched by his simple action. He was really meticulous, which made me look sort of dumb.

The anesthetic had worn off six hours after Valerie came out of the operating room.

Valerie casted a concern glance his way. "Go home and get some rest. I'm fine now, and the nanny will come over later. If there's any problem, she can help."

Pedro shook his head stubbornly. "No, I can only rest assured by staying here."

Valerie sighed defeatedly. "You're already so old, yet you still act like a child."

I looked over at Hendrix and found him texting Evan. It might be something work- related so I tugged on his sleeve and urged him to head to the office.

He put his phone away and smiled, "It's no biggie."

Then, he turned to look at Pedro and said, "Mr. Moore, why don't you go back and rest? The two of us will stay and take care of her. There's no point crowding over here."

Pedro froze for a moment before turning to look at me, as if he was seeking my opinion.

My lips parted and I said firmly, "You should head back. I'll stay here with Hendrix."