My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 193

"Is it because of Hendrix?" Monique asked and sighed. "Arianna, pregnant ladies tend to get emotional

easily. Perhaps you're just overthinking it."

After a pause, she added, "Why don't I contact Ian and ask him to come back and have a look at you?

He might be able to help you."

I agreed. Someone opened the door, and it was Hendrix.

I continued to talk on the phone, "Take good care of yourself over there."

"Okay!" To which Monique replied. She hesitated for a moment, and added, "Don't tell Josiah that I'm

here."

Hendrix had already walked towards me, holding a bowl of plums in his hands.

"I won't," I quickly replied with a short answer, and I hung up the phone.

Since I had ended the call, he sat down beside me and brought a plum to my mouth while saying

gently, "Try this."

I shook my head. I really didn't want to eat it.

Seeing that I didn't like it, Hendrix didn't force me. Instead, he stayed in the room with

me quietly. After sitting for quite some time, he brought the documents from his study over to the

bedroom, and he started reading them.

I didn't have anything to do anyway, so I picked a book to read.

Monique was always quick-handed. When Ian called me, I was only half- awake while reading a book.

So, his call actually woke me up.

Hendrix was reading some documents. But as soon as he heard my phone rang, he raised his head to

take a quick glance at me. He then went back to read the documents.

I picked up the phone and went to the balcony to answer it.

"Ian!"

"D*mn! If Monique hadn't called me, I would have thought you were dead," Ian hadn't changed at all.

He was still the talkative and boisterous man.

Ignoring his words, I asked, "Where are you?"

Ian Shelley was my university classmate. After graduating from the university, he went abroad to further

his study in psychology. I was an indifferent person to begin with. And I had married Hendrix soon after

I graduated. So, I seldom talked to the people I used to know.

Ian was fussing over me, "Well, where are you? You're still in Ucrebury, aren't you? By the way, how

are you coming along? You know, with the pregnancy?"

I grimaced at the topic, and I was reluctant to talk about it. So I averted the subject, "I'm doing fine.

When are you coming back?"

"Not so soon," He paused, and it sounded like he was drinking water. After a while, he continued,

"Come to Mesville when you have time. Monique told me about your symptoms. You might have

depression, just like before. Come to Mesville, and talk to me face-to-face about it."

I felt a slight pain in my forehead. I rubbed it and replied, "Okay!"

"Arianna, you have to take it seriously. You can die because of it," warned Ian. This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

Knowing that he said this out of kindness, I nodded. "Okay, I got it!"

Then I noticed that Hendrix had put down his documents, so I rushed to end the conversation, "It's

getting late. Good night!"

"D*mn it. It's still daytime here. Say something else!"

I didn't reply to him but instead hung up the phone.

Hendrix trod towards me. I put away my phone and looked at him without much emotion. "Are you

done with your work?"

He nodded and stretched out to hold me in his arms. He gave a peck on my forehead and spoke in a

low and hoarse voice, "Do you want to go to Jarold City?"

"Jarold City?" I was surprised and curious. "Did something happen in Jarold City?"

He sat me at the edge of the bed and touched my belly with his hand. "I plan to move the Roberts'

headquarters over to Jarold City."

Jarold City was the country's capital, and it was top-notch in both economic and cultural manners. It

was a good choice for Roberts Group to expand and grow in Jarold City.