My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 198

I nodded. "That's what the doctor said. Unless you don't want the child?"

He pursed his lips and didn't say a word. The cell phone aside rang. And from the ringtone, I knew it

was my phone.

I pushed Hendrix away and took the phone. It was Aaron. Out of instinct, I felt a little nervous.

Then, I turned to see in Hendrix's direction. Coincidentally, he saw the name on the screen phone too,

and his face fell almost immediately. There was also a hint of rage in his eyes.

I steadied myself and was about to go to the balcony to answer the call.

But he pressed me down, and he commanded "Answer it here!"

Then he reached out my hand to turn on the speaker. I was irked by his behavior. "Hendrix, you're

invading my privacy."

He sneered, "We're a couple. There's no such thing as privacy between us."

"You're shameless!"

I could not help but take a deep breath when I

answered the phone. I prayed in my heart that Aaron wouldn't spurt nonsense as Sawyer did. After all,

Sawyer alone had put me in a difficult position. If Aaron caused trouble for me again, Hendrix would

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"Hello, Mr. Reid. What's the matter?" I sounded unfriendly.

I glimpsed at Hendrix and saw that he looked a little better, and I heaved a sigh of relief.

I could hear the sound of the keyboard typing on Aaron's side. It seemed that he was busy, and there

was a hint of tiredness in his voice. "Arianna, let's have dinner together tonight."

He wasn't asking me out at all. Rather, he was informing me.

I frowned and refused, "I don't have time. Bye."

After that, I was ready to hang up.

But Aaron said, "You've talked to Ian. Don't you want to talk to me about it?"

I was startled, and my body stiffened. Hendrix gazed at me, and his eyes were unfathomably dark.

"We have nothing to talk about,"

"Arianna, you don't have to act in front of me. You know why Ian went abroad back then. You haven't

contacted him for so many years, but you're talking to him now. You're not happy now. You're not happy

with the life you have with Hendrix."

He was still typing on the keyboard, and it annoyed me.

I failed to control my emotions, and so I yelled at the phone, "Whether I'm happy or not, it's none of

your business! Who do you think you are? Bye!"

This time, I hung up the phone before Aaron could continue.

I felt distressed, and I was about to implode from the insuppressible rage.

Hendrix stared at me. Of course, he had a lot of questions from the brief conversation I had with Aaron.

But I didn't want to speak at this moment. Regardless of his character, I had to admit that Aaron was

really good at hitting other's soft spots.

He knew where my weak spot was, and he hit on them without fail.

The mood in the bedroom was horribly gloomy. I knew that Hendrix was simmering with anger, but I

didn't know where to start in such a situation.

In the end, I simply decided to just lie on the bed, letting the room fall into a long silence.

Men had some weird ways to work off their anger. One of them was through a woman's body. It was

simple but brute, nothing about it would be gentle.

I didn't push Hendrix away. Instead, I just let him do what he wanted.

After some time, he noticed that I wasn't responding to his touch. He was already in a foul mood, and

he got even angry at me for it. If a woman was dispassionate to a man's flirting and petting, it would be

a huge blow to a man.

However, this wouldn't be the first time.

And he knew it very well.

The cell phone that had been thrown on the bedside table rang again. I stretched out my hand to grab

it, but Hendrix was one step ahead of me.

He picked up the phone but didn't say anything. He just looked at me in irony.

"Arianna, I've sent you some fruits. Remember to get them," It was Monique.