My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

After a pause, he scolded, "Also, Hendrix is ill. Even if you quarrel with him, you don't have to be so harsh. He is your husband, so you should care for him." It was plain to see just how angry but helpless he felt.

I watched him leave as I sat in my seat feeling dazed for a long while before getting up.

The guests in the hall had left. Aaron set his eyes on me and asked, " Shall we go to Reid's family house tonight or should I send you back home?"

Hendrix was sick though...

After thinking for a while, I answered, "I'll take a taxi back home later!"

He didn't agree to that. He wanted to object but immediately stopped. Then, he beckoned me to look at the door.

A black limousine with smooth lines was parked outside the door. The most luxurious cars I had ever seen were the Lamborghini, Ferrari, Maybach, Bentley. But this was the first time I had seen Hendrix so ostentatious. He was driving a Rolls-Royc.

However, luxurious cars were frequently seen at this kind of banquet. This was not an usual sight at all.

A driver was standing by the car. When he saw me, he smiled and greeted, "Madam, Mr. Robert has been waiting for you for a while now. He is sick, so it's best to return quickly!"

he really meant was that Hendrix was ill, and that he

turn him down when I noticed a smile on the driver's face, but his hands were clasped tightly together. The driver looked worried

furrow my brows and questioned,

taken any medicine or gone to the hospital. He even insisted on coming here today. You...you'd

looked back at Aaron and informed him, "Tell

nodded and glanced at the car with narrowed

hesitation, I walked to the side of the

were closed and his thin lips twitched. His handsome

turned on, but his forehead was filled with beaded sweat on this cold winter evening. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the (F)indNƟvᴇl.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest

"What's wrong?" I asked.

looked grim. It was as if he didn't want to take a look

deep and tinged with coldness. "Get off if you're not coming

was no warmth in his words. Instead,

car, so I immediately took them off. Then, I carried the hem of my skirt and hopped onto the car. I examined the driver in the driver's seat and

to hear of my instructions and he peered at Hendrix. Seeing that