My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 211

I only smiled at her comment. Hendrix took over the suitcase from her, while Monique came to hold my

arm. She patted on my belly and said, "It's bigger than before. Three more months to go!"

I glanced at her slightly bulging belly. Monique was wearing loose clothes, so others couldn't really tell

that she was pregnant at first glance.

I asked with a smile, "Why did you come back so suddenly?" I thought she would stay in the

countryside until she gave birth to the child.

"Ian is coming to Ucrebury, isn't he? I came back to see him. It's been a long time since I met him. I

kind of miss him," said Monique. She looked better than when I had left her.

Hendrix walked in front of us with the suitcases. Monique came near me and whispered into my ears,

"So, are you two all right now?"

I shrugged. "It's hard to say. Andrea just came back. I can't say anything for sure for the future."

"D*mn!" She was annoyed. "I thought she went back to her rich birth parents? Why can't she just stay

in Jarold City and enjoy her life? Why does she have to come back to Ucrebury to cause trouble?"

"I think she's taking over Madam Lawson's work," Since Andrea was back, I didn't know what would

happen in the future. Anyway, it was safe to say that I wasn't at ease. This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

She curled her lips in disdain. "She's like a ghost haunting you."

I didn't comment on it further. Instead, I asked about our other mutual acquaintance, "Did Ian tell you

when he will come?"

She shook her head. "No, he didn't."

We were walking to the parking lot. When we got to the car, I asked Hendrix, "Has Miss Burton gone

back?"

He nodded. "Evan sent her back. Now, get in the car."

Monique and I got into the car, and Hendrix too after he had loaded the luggage to the trunk.

"What would you like to eat?" he asked.

It was twelve at noon, just right for lunch.

After being on the plane for a couple of hours, Monique was tired. I glimpsed at her and answered,

"Anything is fine."

Hendrix nodded. He drove downtown and stopped at the foot of a Japanese restaurant. He looked at

me and asked, "What about Japanese food?"

I looked at Monique and asked, "Is that alright?"

She agreed, "Of course!"

Getting out of the car, Monique leaned to me and asked, "Is this how Hendrix has been treating you

lately?"

I nodded, "Sort of."

"Oh no," She shook her head violently. "Both of you feel like some random old couple who have lived

together for decades."

I was perplexed. "What's wrong with that?"

Her lips twitched. "You two act like family, not lovers."

Monique's words stirred up something in me.

We entered the restaurant and ordered. Soon, the food was all served.

Hendrix ordered a bowl of soba noodles for me. The reason was that I couldn't eat wasabi because I

was pregnant, and wasabi was too stimulating for me.

Probably because I had too much bland food recently, I didn't really enjoy the soba noodle. After taking

a few bites, I gave it to Hendrix and had some salmon before completely losing my appetite.

Monique didn't eat much either. Her eyes were busy looking back and forth between Hendrix and me,

and she seemed a bit puzzled.

After lunch, we dropped Monique back to Bronzy Condo first, then Hendrix took me to the hospital for

the checkup.

There were a lot of people in the obstetrics and gynecology department. Fortunately, we had made an

appointment beforehand, so we didn't have to wait in line. But Hendrix had to wait outside while I did a

lot of tests.

Then it was my turn to do the ultrasound scan, during which the doctor glanced at me and hesitated to

speak several times. I could tell that she had something to say. The first thing that came into my mind

was that something had happened to the baby.

I stared at her and asked, "Doctor, is everything alright with the baby?"

She slightly shook her head and looked at me. "The fetus' heart rate is very weak, showing symptoms

of underdevelopment. Normally, the heart rate should be stronger for a fetus that is twenty-four weeks."

After a pause, she continued, "Miss Reid, you must keep a good mood and maintain the quality of

sleep. These are the minimum you need to do for the baby. Your behavior during pregnancy directly

affects the development of the fetus."

I could only nod. I understood the importance of me being physically and mentally healthy. Otherwise, I

wouldn't have asked Ian to come to Ucrebury.