My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna) novel Chapter 162

Before she left, Minnie prepared a lot of ingredients in the kitchen. I wasn't picky when it comes to food, so even if I was to use the kitchen, I would just simply cook some instant food for a meal.

Monique and I were similar in that aspect. Carol used to say that as girls, we should take great care of our hands. She would tell me to read and study harder instead of cooking and doing house chores.

As time went by, I still kept that habit and would rarely walk into the kitchen. Now that I thought about it, I believe Carol said that out of love. She probably didn't want me to follow in her footsteps.

Since I was not planning to head back to the company, I might just as well try to cook up something at home. I prepared some vegetables and poured some oil on the heated pan.

Hendrix came down after showering. I saw that he styled his hair, and I asked in surprise, "You had plans today?"

He nodded and came into the kitchen. Looking at the uncooked vegetables on the countertop, he said, "I have to go out. Is it okay for you to stay at home alone?"

"Sure," I replied as I put the vegetables into the pan. I wasn't paying much attention, so naturally, some of the oil splattered up high and got onto my hand.

I gasped in pain and withdrew my hand out of reflex.

Hendrix took the spatula away from me and nudged me aside, "Go rinse your hand with cold water. I'll take over."

After rinsing my hand, I stood aside and watched him cook. He was natural and smooth even in the kitchen.

At that moment, he didn't look like the typical rich kid.

"Who are you meeting with?" I asked, picking up orange because I had nothing else to do.

Hendrix plated the stir-fry vegetable and looked at me, "Andrea is planning to return to Jarold City with Pedro. She asked the few of us to have a meal together before she leaves."

I didn't expect that. Seeing the oil stains on his sleeves, I took off my apron and put it on him, then I said softly, "Alright, don't drink. And come home earlier."

I couldn't force Hendrix to completely cut ties with Andrea. After all, everyone had their own life. No one could control their own emotions and feelings, let alone trying to dictate that for another human being.

When Monique called, I was feeling a bit dozy. Her shouting over the phone woke me up a little. "What are you doing? Your husband is meeting with that-"

I leaned on the balcony, bathing myself in the warm sunlight, and lazily interrupted Monique, "I know. It's not like they're meeting at night."

"Can that only take place at night though? Hendrix and Andrea just walked into Welldom Hotel together. Aren't you going to check them out?" she asked.

Monique sounded like she was in a rush. I could even hear the sound of her high heels in the background.

"You're pregnant. Stay at home and stop wearing high heels," I only replied with that.

I yawned and looked up at the time. It was five in the afternoon, which meant Hendrix had already left for a couple of hours.

My waist was stiff. I must have sat for too long.