My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna) novel Chapter 209

"Okay."

I hung up the call, but I didn't want to go back to the villa. So, I took a taxi to Bronzy Condo.

I was out of sorts. Once I arrived at the Bronzy Condo, I turned off my cell phone, locked the door, wrapped myself in the blanket, and I fell asleep quickly.

But because of the headache, I was only halfasleep. I was fully awakened by the sudden loud banging at the front door.

When I walked out of the bedroom, the front door had already been broken. Hendrix was standing by the door with furrowed brows.

His face was dark when he saw me, and he asked in a low voice, "Why didn't you answer the phone? Why are you here?"

I rubbed my temples and replied to him indifferently, "I turned off my phone. And fix the door, please." Then, I returned to the bedroom, planning to go back to sleep.

Yet, lying on the bed, I was no longer sleepy. I stared blankly at the ceiling.

Hendrix came in and saw that I was deep in my own thoughts with my eyes wide open. He pulled me up from the bed and commanded, "Get up to eat something."

"I'm not hungry," I really wasn't. I didn't feel hungry.

He knitted his brows and lowered his voice. "Why did you suddenly come to the Bronzy Condo?"

"Just because."

"Arianna," He raised his voice. "I understand your tantrums, but at least you have to let me know why. Don't leave me guessing, okay?"

His voice was a little hoarse, and I could tell that he was tired.

I felt like I was being unreasonable and ungrateful by acting this way.

My mind wandered off looking at him. Absentmindedly, I asked, "Hendrix, have you ever felt sorry for Andrea's baby?"

He must be sad since the miscarriage was so sudden.

Andrea fell silent on the other end of the phone. And when she spoke again, there was a hint of disappointment in her voice. "Hendrix, can't we even be friends now?"

Hendrix took a deep breath. I guessed he was upset at something.

I tilted my head and opened my eyes to look at him. Then I said to the phone, "Hendrix is going to accompany me for the prenatal checkup tomorrow. Miss Burton, please don't make things difficult for my husband."

Hendrix tightened his arms. I looked up at him and saw him sigh. He replied to Andrea on his own, weakly, "Let Austin know your estimated time of arrival. He'll pick you up tomorrow."

After that, he hung up the phone and rested his chin on my cheeks. The stubble tickled me, and he didn't want to let me escape it. "Are you declaring your ownership?"

"Why? I can't do that?" I asked.

Then, without waiting for his answer, I got out of his embrace and headed out of the bedroom.

Hendrix had already made noodles before he came to me. The noodle was on the dining table in the living room, and it looked mouthwatering.