My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 1957

When he mentioned Irvin, I found myself speechless and didn't know what to say.

Compared to Irvin's bright and attractive appearance, the women and child that suddenly appeared made it hard for me to not let my imagination run wild.

To a certain extent, he wasn't a good person in the traditional sense.

Perhaps I was provoked by Hendrix's arrogant tone, so I pursed my lips and retorted, "Irvin may not be a good husband and father, but he didn't hurt me. You pride yourself as a gentleman, but you gossiped behind my back and went back on your word. It's you who should be looked down upon."

Hendrix's thick eyebrows furrowed angrily. Suddenly, his entire body began to tremble uncontrollably.

His looked horribly hurt and insulted. He supported his body with one hand on the table while the other held his forehead which was dripping in sweat.

"Hendrix?"

I called his name twice, but he didn't seem to hear me. He looked to be in even more pain now.

I reached out and tried to help him steady himself, but Hendrix was so muscular that my strength was nothing against him. Hendrix then fell to the ground, exhausted. I squatted down and placed my hand on his forehead, attempting to cool him down.

was soaked with sweat, and his eyes were closed. The moment he felt my hand touch them, he reached out and

anxiously, "It's me, Ariane.

deprived him of the strength to speak.

though if he held me tighter,

had improved a little, I called

heavy. He seemed to be restraining

you can be treated as soon as possible." I

were pale, and he couldn't even open his eyes. I had no idea

tried to pat him on the shoulder to wake him up, but Hendrix caught my hand again as soon as I

a little and squeezed out a sentence from

his own good? How could he repay my

raised my voice and shouted

night, I discovered

private place like the second floor,

up, servants

I wasn't with him, I'd have no