My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Six weeks pregnancy.

I was stoned in place when I read the words from the ultrasound report. Anyway, we only did it once, how was it even possible to get pregnant this easily?

What should I do now?

If I were to tell Hendrix, would he put the divorce on hold because of this? No, definitely not. Instead, he would think that I am despicable and try to use the child to threaten him. Putting the worry aside, I stuffed the report into my bag and then headed out of the hospital.

There was a shining black Maybach parked outside the hospital, with windows opened one-third. From outside, one could faintly see the distant cold look of a man that was sitting on the driver's seat. Many passers-by were, of course, attracted by the scene of such a handsome man driving a luxury car.

Hendrix Roberts had always been known as the rich and attractive one. However, after so many years, I had already gotten used to what I usually see. Without bothering the huge attention of the people around the car, I got into the passenger seat.

That man initially was resting with his eyes closed, but when he noticed some movement, he frowned slightly and asked in his low voice without even bothered to open his eyes, "Done?"

"Yes!" I nodded and handed him the contract signed by the hospital, and said, "Richard Hammer wanted me to send his greetings to you!" Today's contract was initially to be signed by me, but I met Hendrix on the way. Who knew for whatever reason, he decided to send me over.

talkative type of person. After giving his order, he started the car without even care to take the contract I handed

and

for being obedient and followed his orders, I didn't know what else

already in the evening. If he didn't want to go back to the villa, where was he planning to go? Curiosity filled me but I kept quiet throughout the

thing that I could think about, yet I didn't know how to tell him about it. I looked at him out of

I spoke up, and my hand, which was holding onto my bag, was a little damp. It was probably because I was nervous,

his lips were cold, and I couldn't find any other emotions

way it was after some time. I suppressed the uneasiness in my heart, I took

had to say, but at that very moment, his cell phone rang, so I was forced to swallow my

matter?" Apparently, in some cases, a person's gentleness was destined only for one

Burton, as

side of the phone, but it made Hendrix suddenly

back with his cold and stern face

which no negotiation was