My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 189

I looked at him and saw myself in his pupils. "What have I done that is tormenting you?" I paused, and I

thought of something. I couldn't help but laugh. "Oh right, you should be with your lover at this hour. It is

indeed torturing for you to be called back by Minnie."

Ignoring his cold and menacing expression, I faked an apology. "I'm really sorry. I promise that these

kinds of things won't happen again. It's late. I should go to bed, and you'd better go back to your lover."

"Arianna!" He suppressed his rage. "Why must you talk like this? Are you trying to dig your own

grave?"

I cocked my brows at him and replied indifferently, "You think too much."

"You -" Simmering in anger, Hendrix picked me up from the tub and put me onto the bed rigidly.

I pulled the blanket and covered myself with it. He sneered, "It's not like I haven't seen it before."

Ignoring him, I pursed my lips and looked around the bed for clothes, but there was none. Instead, I

saw Hendrix taking off his wet suit coat.

Half of his shirt was wet, and it stuck to his muscular chest. It was tempting, but I scowled, "Hendrix, I

don't want to have sex with you."

Hearing me, he stopped unbuttoning his shirt, and he scoffed, "You're pretty confident in my physical

strength." He glared at me and continued undressing, "Don't worry, I'm not that unreasonable."

He put the shirt aside. Then, he unbuckled his belt and bent over to take off his pants. That was when I

noticed the bloody scars on his back. I was stunned.

It seemed that he was indeed badly injured in the aviation accident.

Hendrix threw his pants on top of his shirt and noticed that I was staring at his scars. He frowned and

said, "I will do the same no matter who it is at that time."

I didn't say anything. I withdrew my gaze and pulled the blanket over my head.

There was always retribution after that. Later that night, I had a high fever. It was so bad that my mouth Belonging to NôvelDrama.Org.

and throat were dry. I tried to get the water from the bedside table, but I failed and even almost fell from

the bed.

Fortunately, Hendrix was quick to pull me back to the bed. He seemed to have been woken by me, and

he asked in a hoarse voice, "What's wrong?"

I was dizzy, and I lost my voice. It took me a long time to say just a few words. "I'm thirsty."

He turned on the bedside lamp and got up to pour me some water. I felt a little better after hydrating,

but I was still weak and lightheaded.

Hendrix could tell that something was wrong, so he touched my forehead. Then he got up and put on

his clothes. I grabbed the hem of his clothes and said in discomfort, "I can't go to the hospital!"

After all, neither medication nor injection would do good for the baby.

He frowned, and sweat started to form on his forehead. "I'll ask Josiah to come over then." With that,

he made a phone call to Josiah.

After saying a few sentences, he hung up the phone and went into the bathroom. When he came out,

he put a wet towel on my forehead and went to boil some water.

I was a little groggy from the fever, so I didn't notice when Josiah arrived. But I was a little sober when I

heard him talking to Hendrix.

"How did she have a fever all of a sudden?

She's for five months into the pregnancy, and it's critical for the baby's development. Something could

easily go wrong!"

There was a hint of reproach in Josiah's words.

"She stayed in the rain for half an hour last night," Hendrix answered.

"You're too careless. Pregnant ladies are emotionally unstable to begin with. And with so many things

that have happened recently, she must be carrying more than she can handle. If she can't vent them,

she can only deal with it in her own way."

I was really dizzy, so I didn't continue to listen.