My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna) novel Chapter 228

Ian hurriedly cleared his name, "Don't look at me with this look. I had nothing to do with your wife. Don't overthink."

I put my hand on my forehead as his action had left me speechless once again.

Hendrix retracted his gaze and looked at Monique. Seeing that she was awake, he said, "You should stay in the hospital for a few days to tend to your wounds."

He was cold and arrogant. Apart from his family and friends, he typically wasn't willing to speak to others, not to mention greeting them. It was obvious that he was saying that to take the edge off of Monique.

Monique raised her eyebrows at him, and she only answered with one word, "Okay."

I was glad that Monique was being cooperative. Meanwhile, Ian was staring at Hendrix with a look of curiosity on his face.

"You're coming home with me. And before you fret about this- I'll arrange for someone to take care of her. You can come to visit her when you had enough rest," Hendrix said as he picked up my bag on the chair.

I was planning to stay back and take care of Monique, yet Monique read my mind, and she beat me to it. "Go back and have a good rest. There are doctors and nurses here, so I'll be fine here. Whereas you're pregnant. It's inconvenient for you to stay here!"

After considering their words for a while, I agreed to it, "Okay then. I'll come and see you tomorrow!"

Hendrix and I said our goodbyes and left the ward. Ian followed after, walking beside Hendrix, and he went on, "Mr. Roberts, I think we need to talk when you're free."

"Talk about what?" Hendrix asked with a faint expression on his face.

"About your wife, of course!" Ian the wooden-head said while he sized Hendrix up.

Standing in front of the elevator door, I interrupted him and asked, "Ian, have you had dinner?"

He shook his head. "No, I haven't. Do you want to eat together?"

"No!" I quickly said, "I still have some errands to do with Hendrix in the evening, so I won't be eating with you. You would have to get dinner yourself."

Ian said disapprovingly, "That's unfair! I came over from Mesville as soon as you asked me to! How could you treat me like this?"

The longer I listened to the conversation between these two men, the more uneasy I felt.

At this moment, the elevator's doors opened. I went straight into the elevator, not wanting to listen to the conversation any further. Neither of us was in the same tune.

"Hendrix, I think you should spare some time and take her to Mesville to seek help from a doctor there," Ian earnestly suggested.

Hendrix looked at him and asked, "Did you come back because of her illness?"

Ian nodded. "Why else would I come back? The dozens of hours in planes were sickening. I don't have so much time to waste."

"Can we talk about it another day? I'm really tired. I want to go home," I plead, all while I was wondering if the illness that Hendrix mentioned was similar to the one I thought I had.

Ian wanted to say something, but his cell phone rang. As the carrier's signal in the elevator was bad, there was only a sound on the other end of the phone after he greeted a few times when he picked up the call.

No one knew what the other person said, but Ian was beaming, and he happily replied, "Okay, I'll be right over!"