My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 9

I had no idea what was in his mind, so I could only nod and agree to his words. Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

There would be times that people could be very humble for no reason, and so neither I. I used to be

obedient to all the commands from Hendrix, even though I disagreed deep in the bottom of my heart.

He drove straight to downtown. I thought he would send me home first, but it turned out that I was

wrong as he brought me straight to the hospital instead.

The smell of disinfectant lingered in the air and made me feel uncomfortable. But I could only walk

behind him and followed him to where Andrea was.

Andrea was having an intravenous drip. Indeed, she was sickly and weak. But now as she was lying on

a simple white bed, and coupled with her shallow eyes, this had made her even more fragile and

dainty.

However, her gaze turned cold the moment she saw me entered the room with Hendrix. After a while,

she looked at Hendrix and shouted, "I don't want to see her!"

It seemed that without the child, the soft and lovely posture of her had gone, and she was overwhelmed

with hatred instead.

Hendrix walked towards her and lifted her up from the bed. He was rubbing his chin against her

forehead to soothe her, "Let her take care of you for a few days, as she is responsible for this."

The fact that Hendrix was too affectionate and loving her had pierced my heart deeply.

Andrea was about to say something. But after a while, then she looked up at Hendrix with a shallow

smile and said, "Okay, I'll listen to you!"

That was how they made the decision of whether I would be staying or leaving.

It sounded ridiculous that I couldn't even say a word on that. To make matters worst, I completely

agreed to whatever their arrangement was.

Hendrix was very busy. Even though he was absent during Grandpa's funeral, he was still part of the

Roberts family after all. Hence, he had a lot to manage, including Roberts Group, and that he did not

have much time to stay in the hospital with Andrea.

I was the only one who had the time to take care of Andrea.

At two o'clock in the morning, Andrea was still awake since she had slept a lot in the day. There was no

extra bed in the room, so I could only lay on the chair beside her bed.

Knowing that I was still awake, Andrea looked at me and said, "Arianna, you're just too petty."

Listening to this, I was at a loss for words. I looked down at my ring and answered her after a moment

of silence, "That's love, isn't it?"

She laughed for no reason. After some time, she asked, "Are you tired?"

I shook my head. Anything about life could be exhausting. Well, I just fell in love with someone, that

was nothing much.

"Can you pour me a glass of water?" Andrea got up and leaned against the bed.

I nodded as I poured her some water.

"Don't have to add cold water, make it hot," she said indifferently.

I passed her the glass of water but she didn't take it. Instead, she looked at me and said, "I felt pity for

you, it's not your fault regarding the child, however, I still couldn't help but to put the blame on you."

I could not understand the meaning behind her words, so I just handed her the water and reminded her,

"Be careful, it's hot."

Andrea grabbed the glass of water and pulled me with all her strength. I felt to withdraw my hand, but I

stopped after looking at her impenetrable eyes that fixed her gaze on me as she said, "Let's bet on this

and see if he will feel sorry for you."

I was stunned for a moment. I could roughly see a man was standing at the door, and I was wondering

when was he here. Andrea looked at me in his faint expression, "Do you have the courage?"

I replied nothing, allowing her to pour the hot water down the back of my hand. It was exquisite and

debilitating as if some invisible flames were held against my skin.

My mind was screaming out loud but I remained silent as I decided to take part in the bet.

Andrea put the glass down and said innocently, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do that. The glass was so

hot that I accidentally spilled it. Are you okay?"

Her words were obviously fake.

I withdrew my hand. The pain was merciless but I tried to endure it and shook my head, "I'm fine!"