My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna) novel Chapter 68

I glared at him, annoyed. I exited the bathroom as soon as I was done.

Perhaps it due to the pregnancy, but I seemed to look... rounder when I stared at my reflection at the dressing table.

After applying some moisturizing cream, I brushed on some light makeup and searched for something suitable in the wardrobe to put on. As I had finished changing, Hendrix stepped out of the bathroom and frowned at me, saying, "Change into something else."

"Why?" I thought the dress I had on was alright, as summer was already here in Ucrebury. A long dress was definitely fitting for the season.

He walked past me and peered inside the wardrobe. Taking out a light pink suit jacket from within, he handed it to me. "Put on a coat."

I wanted to say something, but he stared at me with a stern face.

Helplessly, I put on my jacket in silence.

I went downstairs and heard some noises coming from the kitchen. I was shocked, thinking that it was a thief. However, I saw that Hendrix was wearing a calm face.

I couldn't help taking a look downstairs. It was Minnie.

Seeing us, Minnie stopped her work and greeted us with a smile, "Madam, Sir, good morning! Breakfast is ready. Eat quickly while it's hot!"

I watched the happiness displayed evidently on Minnie's face as she resumed cleaning up the villa. Then, I couldn't help but glance at Hendrix.

He didn't say anything but only signaled his intent to eat.

I couldn't hold it back anymore, so I asked, "Hendrix, did you ask Minnie to come over?"

He was eating gracefully. Hearing my question, he looked at me and replied, "Yes. It's convenient for her to take care of you here."

While what he said was true, I hesitated as I thought of Monique. I slowly sipped at my soup and hesitated before bringing it up. "Hendrix, Monique is still detained in the police station. Can you..."

"We'll talk after breakfast." He knitted his brows together and cut me off.

I didn't know what else to do.

My morning sickness was getting pretty serious, so I did not eat much. After a few bites, I had basically lost my appetite.

Putting down my utensils, I stood up. I planned to wait in the living room for him to finish his meal so I could talk to him.

He was silent and unmoving. He stared at me, the stillness heavily implying that there would be no room to talk if I didn't finish my food.

Feeling a throbbing pain in my temples, I held my forehead as I explained, "Hendrix, I really can't eat anymore. If I eat too much, I will throw up." After a pause, I added deliberately, "Throwing up more suffering than eating!"

"Let's talk after you throw up then!" he barked in reply.

What the f*ck...

"Hendrix, you're so... petty!" After that, I forcibly ate the toast and drank the milk in frustration. As I cast my eyes on him, I wanted to strangle the life out of him.

When he saw that I had finished eating, he raised his eyebrows inquiringly. "I knew you'd give in to me.

What was wrong with him?

Thinking that Monique's issue was more important, I followed behind him and said, "Hendrix, Monique has been in the police station for a day. You..."

"Are you worried about her?"