My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 123

Monique bought a cart full of random things. She even got all the skincare items for when I would be fat

and bloated from the pregnancy.

After I moved everything into the car, I smiled, "Monique, as a godmother, you're surely more oriented

than I am when it comes to the child."

She smiled back at me and suddenly hugged me with watery eyes, "Arianna, leave Hendrix. I can also

take good care of you."

I didn't know why she suddenly said those words, but I patted her on the shoulder, "Why are you so

emotional? I will leave Hendrix, just not now. But Monique, even if I'm leaving him, I want to do it

aboveboard."

She nodded and replied in a hoarse voice, "It's okay. I'll wait for you. I've found a suitable place for us

to settle down in Andoland. Since the house price in Andoland is low, we can totally afford to buy a

small villa. When the time comes, both of us and the child can live together."

This girl seemed to have changed a little. I couldn't tell how, but it felt like she had been hiding

something.

I sighed and shook slightly to shake my worries away, "Alright, chill. It hasn't reached such a bad stage

yet. We still have a long way to go."

It was getting late, so we went straight back to the Bronzy Condo. We placed most of the baby supplies

in the Bronzy Condo since it would be more convenient.

I had planned to stay for the night in the Bronzy Condo, but not long after we were back, my phone

rang.

"Arianna, your phone!" Monique, who was in the guest room putting the crib together, shouted for me.

I was washing fruits that we had bought along the way back from the mall in the kitchen. I then wiped

my hands and went to my phone, only to see that it was Hendrix who called.

I frowned and glanced at the time. It wasn't even nine o'clock.

"Hello, Mr. Roberts!" I said. I didn't mean to act distant from him. I just thought that he might be calling

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For a moment, I could only hear wind breezing from the other end of the phone. Then, Hendrix finally

spoke, "Where are you?"

"Bronzy Condo," I answered while looking at the crib that Monique had finished putting together. Now

she was carefully placing a mosquito net around the crib. It looked like a fairy's bed.

"Okay," he replied. I thought that Hendrix wanted to discuss some matters with me, but it seemed like

he had called to only ask me about my whereabouts.

After he hung up, I threw the phone aside and went to admire the crib. The more I looked at it, the more

I liked it.

"Alright, everything is ready except for the baby," Monique looked at me with a sense of

accomplishment when she finished putting the crib together. She had always liked to fiddle with things.

She asked me in pride, "Well, what do you think about me as the child's godmother?"

I grinned and stuffed a piece of apple into her mouth, "Excellent! You're the best!"

Realizing that it was getting late, Monique hurriedly said, "I'll go take a shower first. Let me know later if

there's anything else I need to do!"

I nodded and went back to sit in the living room while checking my cell phone.

Then, the doorbell rang. I thought Monique had ordered some food, so I got up and opened the door

while asking Monique, "Monique, did you order food?"

She answered from the bathroom, "No!"

Before I could ask any further, someone appeared at the door. I was dumbfounded. What was Hendrix

doing there?

"Why..." I opened my mouth, and the question that I wanted to ask was stuck in my throat.

"Are you not going to invite me in?" He asked with a bit of an easy-going attitude.

I shook my head, "I can't." Monique would usually come out wrapped in only a towel after a shower.

Therefore, it was really inconvenient for him to come at that time.

"Arianna, who is it?" Monique asked from the bathroom.

Glancing at Hendrix, I replied, "It's the property "Property manager?" Hendrix cocked his brows. I

couldn't figure out what he was thinking from his expression.

manager."

I pursed my lips and asked, "What are you doing here?" It was almost ten o'clock. Shouldn't he be back

at home?