My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna) novel Chapter 143

"Now?" I asked. What was wrong with Hendrix? He obviously wanted to torment me.

Josiah was still lying on the sofa, with dark circles that were heavier than usual. It seemed like he didn't sleep well lately. I sighed, "I'll cook and deliver it later. You can stay here tonight and rest. The guest rooms are empty, feel free to sleep in either one of them. Make sure to rest properly.”

How bored was Hendrix to send his own friend on such a ridiculous errand?

Josiah nodded, perhaps out of exhaustion, he simply shut his eyes and rested on the sofa instead.

I headed to the kitchen and made some porridge. When I came out from the kitchen, Josiah was still lying on the sofa, breathing evenly. He must be fast asleep.

I alone couldn't help him to the guest room upstairs, so I went ahead and grabbed some pillows and a blanket for him.

It was already an hour later when the porridge was ready. I rushed to the hospital with the porridge and went to Hendrix's ward.

Hendrix was still awake. He was wearing a blue-striped hospital gown, his head wrapped in gauze, and several wounds on his body had also formed scabs.

He looked disarranged, yet he still was as handsome.

Upon seeing me, his face fell and he stared at the food container in my hand. I guessed that he was hungry, so I went and stood by his side to serve him the porridge.

"You just had a surgery. Doctor Saunders said that you can't eat anything else, so I cooked you porridge. Have some." I said in a light tone.

"Okay," He replied. When I looked up, I saw him staring at me, and I couldn't help but frown, "What's wrong?"

"Did Josiah wake you up?" He asked with his head lowered as he began to eat his porridge.

I was speechless. Seeing that he was a patient, I held it in and answered, "No."

If it wasn't for him, Josiah didn't have to come all the way to me for some porridge. It was him who troubled us both.

Since he had started to eat the porridge, I sat at a chair nearby and rested my eyes.

"Are you still angry at me?" He asked, his voice soft.

Seeing that I was about to leave, he pulled a long face and said, "The hospital asked for a family member to keep me company."

I was about to ask him to call Andrea, but I suddenly remembered that she was already taken away by the police, and she wouldn't be able to come any time soon.

Thus, I nodded and said, "Sure."

It was not a big deal to spend the night with him.

I sat back at the chair, propped up my chin and was ready to doze off for a while.

Then, his phone suddenly rang. I was not in the mood to eavesdrop, but he seemed to prefer answering the call in hands-free mode recently.

As soon as he picked up the phone, someone cried on the phone, "Hendrix, Arianna set me up and let the police bring me to the police station. What should I do?"

Of course it was Andrea.