My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 38

I couldn't help but be stunned by his question. It seemed that he had listened to some of our

conversations. "What are you talking about?" I pretended to be clueless and retorted out of guilt.

I felt a little flustered as he approached me, exuding an overwhelming aura. I panicked, not knowing

what to do for a moment. I rapidly covered my lower abdomen and frowned, "Oh, my stomach hurts!"

As I yelped, I quickly crouched down.

Hendrix stopped in his tracks then walked up to me, pulled me up, and said with his brows knitted

together, "Let's go to the hospital!"

I was speechless.

Was I shooting myself in the foot?

"No..."

I rejected him too quickly, and his eyes narrowed slightly as he stared at me. He regarded me

suspiciously, "Arianna, you don't seem to want to go to the hospital, do you?" Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

"It's not that..." At that point, I couldn't help feeling a little sad. I looked at him with red eyes and blurted,

"I fear the feeling of lying unconscious on an operating table!"

He visibly froze at this. After some time, he whipped me out of the bedroom.

I thought he was going to take me to the hospital, so I pulled on his sleeve and exclaimed with tears

threatening to fall out of my eyes, "Hendrix, I really don't want to go to the hospital!"

Besides, the pain was faked.

"Let's go down and grab something to eat," he said as he glanced at me with a pair of cold and

helpless eyes.

For a moment, I had an indescribable feeling in my heart. The day before, he had helped me, as well

as his compliance right then, he didn't seem to be so distant anymore.

Humans are greedy animals. Once they've tasted a bit of sweetness, they would want to taste more of

it and take it for themselves.

After putting me down on the table, he went into the kitchen for a while and came out with a bowl of

food in his hand.

I thought it was oatmeal, but it turned out to be halfboiled eggs. I looked at him with a perplexed

expression. He glanced at me indifferently and then uttered in a low voice, "Josiah will come to visit you

later. You don't have to go to the company for the time being. Although the project regarding Richard

has been completed, you still take responsibility for your mistake. Stay home today and rest well."

After that, he put on his coat and went out with his car key in hand.

I was dumbstruck. He... When did he start treating me differently? Was it after knowing that I was

pregnant...?

Looking at the half-boiled eggs in the bowl, I was motionless for a long time.

When Josiah came, I was still in a daze.

He frowned at me and said, "You don't have to eat those specially. There's no need to go on a diet, you

can eat anything you want. The fetus isn't that fragile."

I only came back to my senses after hearing his voice. I looked up and spotted him standing next to the

dining table, watching me with a medical kit in his hand.

I sprang to my feet. "You're here!"

He was startled but didn't say much. He handed me the medicine from his medical kit and instructed,

"Take this three times a day for 21 days. Don't consume any alcohol, it can cause deformities in the

fetus and stunt its growth. Also, you might need to start going to the hospital for maternity checkups."

I nodded, took the medicine from his hand, and said, "Thank you."

Originally, he was going to leave after finishing his task, but after a pause, he looked at me and

continued, "In this state, I'm afraid that you won't be able to leave for a while. Perhaps you can be

honest with him. I'm sure he will resolve the other problem if he genuinely wants to keep the child."

I understood what he meant. The 'other problem' he referred to was Andrea.

I didn't know much about Andrea, and I never asked about the relationship between Hendrix and her

either. However, at this moment, I couldn't help but say to Josiah, "Hendrix must love Miss Burton

greatly."