My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna) novel Chapter 230

For a moment, I didn't really have any cravings, so I said casually, "Whatever!"

I went downstairs with him. While Hendrix entered the kitchen, I sat in the living room, a little bewildered. There were only a handful of people who could invade others' backend systems in secret. I wondered why the hacker invaded the Roberts Group.

Out of my intuition, the first person that came to my mind was Aaron. After all, he could be described as a genius in this field.

However, few people knew that his computer skills were superb.

"What are you thinking about? Come and have a meal!" Hendrix called from the kitchen.

I collected my thoughts, and I went into the dining room. I was surprised to see three dishes and one soup on the dining table as I thought he would only make a simple meal for me.

After all, it was already past midnight. I didn't think that he would prepare a nearly full course meal!

He put a plate and cutlery on the table. After filling another plate with rice, he served it to me and said, "Eat more. Minnie will come earlier to make breakfast tomorrow morning. We'll go to the graveyard after breakfast."

I almost forgot about it if he didn't mention it. I nodded my head and said, "Okay!" But after only a few bites, I lost my appetite.

Seeing that I had stopped eating, Hendrix frowned. "You don't like it?"

I shook my head. "I'm not very hungry."

Since I insisted, he didn't force me to eat more.

In the bedroom.

As I just woke up from a long nap not long ago, I couldn't fall asleep. I was still wide awake even after Hendrix finished showering. He looked at me, then up at the clock. It was already two in the morning.

He frowned, "You should readjust your biological clock in these few days. Don't nap at times other than the day."

Lying in his arms, I closed my eyes and tried to sleep. Hendrix was very busy recently, and he had been up since the morning until this time of the day. So, it didn't take long for me to hear his shallow breathing.

On the other hand, I had slept too much, and I really couldn't fall asleep. I wanted to use my cell phone to kill time, but I was afraid that I would disturb him. So, I let my thoughts run wild.

It was quiet in the middle of the night. So, people were either making up stories or thinking about delicacies in their heads.

For me, it was the latter.

I had a spacious yard in my childhood home. When I was young, Carol would grow a lot of vegetables and fruits in the yard. Most of them were usually ready to be picked and eaten just before the season of harvest.

I was especially fond of tomatoes. Sometimes, when I was too young to cook, and Carol had come home late from work, I would pick some fruits from the yard and eat them. At times, I was so hungry that I could eat several tomatoes in one go.

After moving to Ucrebury, I never had tomatoes again. The tomatoes in the market here lacked the taste that I was used to.