My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 103

However, the towel was taken away unexpectedly. I turned to see that the person who was originally on

the chaise longue, was now standing behind me. Before I could react to him, Hendrix had taken over

the job to dry my hair with the towel.

Neither one of us wanted to speak so we remained silent. Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

Before long, he was almost done drying my hair. "Lie down!" He threw the towel aside, and his voice

low and cold.

What??

I was confused, then quickly realized that he was going to give me a massage when I saw him

halfkneeling on the bed, reaching for the essential oil on the bedside table.

I blushed. "You don't have to do it, I can..."

Looking up, I was met with his humorless gaze. I swallowed the rest of the sentence.

Hendrix poured some essential oil onto his palms in silence, and then started to massage my lower

legs. The atmosphere in the room was getting really weird. I wanted to break the silence, but I could

not think of the right words to say.

"Are you still mad?" I looked at Hendrix and asked absentmindedly, feeling a little nervous.

His hands stopped abruptly. His eyes turned to meet mine and his voice was deep and sultry as he

said, "Do you feel uncomfortable?"

The question came out of nowhere; I could not make head nor tail of what he meant. I assumed that he

was asking about the leg cramps, which was something Minnie made up to ease the tension between

us. So I shook my head. "It's fine!"

Hearing my answer, he stood up to leave. I did not know why he suddenly acted like this, so I grabbed

his hand out of instinct and rushed to get my words out. "Hendrix, if you're still mad at me, you can yell

at me, but don't ignore me, please?"

He had been doing nothing other than pushing me away. It was truly disheartening.

He looked at me and scoffed. "Mad at you? What do you think you can do to manage my anger?"

I...

Seeing his stone-cold face, I lowered my eyes. After a brief consideration, I bit my lips, sat up from the

bed, and awkwardly leaned towards him.

Perhaps I was too clumsy because he pushed me away almost immediately. "Who are you fooling with

such a poor skill?"

"If I'm good at it, you wouldn't have pestered Andrea for so many years," I mumbled.

"Arianna!" He sounded bitter and annoyed.

To which I replied, "I'm here!" He did not have to shout so loudly. It was not like I could not hear him.

He laughed coldly. "I've never seen anyone so confident when they're apologizing."

Later at night, he pulled me into his arms and hugged me tightly. "Everything's okay now..." His voice

husky from earlier.

I did not answer him. I neither saw the man who kidnapped me that day nor mentioned anything about

that day to anyone.

It was just like a dream.

Hendrix carried me out of the bathroom because he had run me ragged before this. I was already

feeling sleepy, but only felt settled when I leaned against his arm.

I struggled to stay awake to tell him, "Hendrix, don't be mad at me. I really have nothing to do with

Sawyer. I'm a pregnant woman, and he's only in his twenties. He and I can't end up together."

He turned towards me and circled me in his arms, asking in his deep voice, "You and he can't end up

together. What about you and others?"

He was playing with my words. I pursed my lips together and looked at him with objections. "You simply

don't believe me!"

He seemed to enjoy seeing me weak. The corners of his lips lifted slightly, and he kissed me on my

forehead as brief as a dragonfly skimming the surface of the water. "Go to sleep."

At this stage, there was no point for me to continue. I was sleepy anyway, so it did not take long for me

to fall asleep.