My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 253

"Don't worry, I know," There was no one in the villa, and it was still early, so I found a place to sit and

enjoy the scenery in the courtyard. "When my baby is born, I'll bring her to visit you, her Aunt Monique,"

I smiled at the thought of it.

Monique scoffed, "She can just call me Mom. I'll teach my baby the same too. We are the two moms for

our children!"

I found it funny. "Yes, yes, it's all up to you."

"Anyway, I think Ian is going back to Jarold City in the next few days. If you have nothing to do, maybe

you can give him a call and hang out or something. He has been keeping a lot to himself after his

mother's death, and I think he'll feel worse especially in Jarold City because of the Shelleys."

I sighed, "Okay, I'll give him a call later to ask when he's coming over to Jarold City."

Monique agreed and said, "By the way, write down his new number. He changed his phone number

again since he came back from Mesville. He told me on Facebook Messenger."

It was a habit of his to change his phone

number every once in a while, and we were used to it. I replied, "Okay, let me know the number. I'll

write it down."

As I spoke, I put her on speaker and planned to use the note app on my phone to jot down the contact

number. While I was doing this, I saw Heather cleaning the coffee table in the living room, so I went

closer and greeted her.

Then, I headed upstairs as I was on the phone. Monique must have heard the noises from the

background, and she chided, "Don't do two things at once. You either stop walking and save it on your

phone, or you can go find a pen and paper to write it down. Or do you want me to send it to you later?"

I didn't want to hang up the call because I had nothing else to do. So, I simply said, "Wait, I'm going to

get the pen and paper from the study."

The study room was spacious, and Hendrix had bought a lot of things to fill up the room. I walked

around, flipping through the drawers, and finally found a blank piece of paper. Then, I sat down at the

desk and asked for the number from Monique.

While we were talking about some other unimportant things, I noticed a dark yellow folder in the drawer

nearest to me. I took and opened the folder while I continued talking to Monique on the phone.

Then, I saw the words on the documents in the folder. I couldn't help my mind from drifting away from

our conversation.

"By the way, do you still have morning sickness now? The older generations here said that we wouldn't

be sick after seven months of pregnancy. But I'm still months away from seven-month pregnant!"

Monique whined from the other end of the phone.

Staring at the words, I simply couldn't continue the call anymore. So, abruptly, I said, "I have to go,

Monique."

"What's wrong?" Monique was flustered.

"Just... Something's going on. Bye!"

After I hung up the phone, I put the documents back to where they belonged, and I closed the drawer.

By then, I was breathing heavily. Perhaps because of the poor ventilation in the study.

I went downstairs when I had calmed myself down. Heather noticed me, and she came forth to me with Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

a smile, "Mrs. Roberts, what do you want to eat? Do you want some desserts?"

"No," I weakly replied. I didn't have the energy to deal with her. So, after the reply, I went past her and

headed out of the villa.

Jarold City was large, but I didn't know where to go.

So, I wandered on the street aimlessly. Some time later, I stopped and lifted my head to look around

me. Everything I saw was unfamiliar to me.

Truth be told, I wasn't that sad. I always knew that Hendrix wanted a divorce since the first day we were

married, and I had prepared myself for it.

If I wasn't pregnant, Hendrix and I had most probably parted ways and lived our own lives.

Pulling my wandering mind back to the present, I continued to walk around the city aimlessly. Before I

knew it, I was lost. I looked at the passersby on the streets and the tall buildings around me, but I still

had no clue regarding where I was.

The sun was scorching hot. I found a place to sit and hid from the sun. Because I wasn't thinking

straight when I left home, I didn't have my phone nor bag with me.

It seemed that I had really lost my direction this time.

The night was near. I tried to borrow a phone from the passersby, but my requests were all declined.