My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna) novel 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 undoubtedly kill me.

"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?"

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.