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.

with sweat, and his eyes were closed. The moment he felt my hand touch them, he reached out and grabbed my wrist, "Who are

anxiously, "It's me, Ariane. What's wrong

had deprived him of the strength to speak. All he could do

held me

condition had improved a little, I called out to him,

heavy. He

to get you to the hospital so that you can be treated as soon as possible." I struggled but couldn't push him away, only ending up covered in sweat from

no idea how he could still hold me so tightly in his current

stuck in this stalemate for a moment, I tried to pat him on the shoulder to wake him up, but Hendrix caught my hand again as soon as

little and squeezed out a

was speechless. Wasn't this for his own good? How could he repay my

and shouted towards downstairs, "Is anyone there? There's something wrong with Hendrix.

night, I discovered

private place like the second

cleaning up, servants woulon

I wasn't with him, I'd have no idea how long it would