My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 11

When I came to Andrea's ward, she had fallen asleep. There was also a middle-aged woman in the

ward, who was the caretaker that Hendrix hired. When she saw me, she simply greeted me. It indicated

that Hendrix asked her to stay here and take care of Andrea. In that case, I didn't need to stay here any

longer.

I went out of the hospital and directly took a taxi back to the villa.

It was early morning when I returned to the villa after such a busy night. Probably because I was

pregnant, I was a little sleepy that I went straight to bed when I returned to the bedroom.

In a daze, I was awakened by the strong smell of cigarettes. I vaguely saw the dark shadow was sitting

by the bed, which startled me. I woke up completely and found it was Hendrix.

No one knew when he had returned. The bedroom was filled with thick smoke, and the doors and

windows had all been shut. Hendrix's elongated fingers were still holding a cigarette that was still

burning. I didn't know how many cigarettes he had smoked. But looking at the situation, there should

be quite a few.

"You're back," I said. I sat up straight and looked up at him.

He never smoked, but now that he smoked so much in the bedroom, something must have happened.

He did not speak but only looked at me with his gloomy eyes. His eyes were deep and bottomless, and

I could not comprehend his emotion at all. The smell of smoke in the room was so strong that I couldn't

breathe, so I lifted the quilt and got out of bed to open the window. This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Hendrix sat on the sofa. And when I passed by him, he suddenly reached his hand out and pulled me

into his arms. Then he held me tightly with his hands, and his strength was so strong that I was afraid.

"Hendrix!" Although I didn't know why he suddenly acted like this, I really didn't like him with the smell

of smoke. I struggled quite sometimes, but he didn't let me go.

I calmed down and looked back at him, "Did you drink?" I didn't notice it just now, but when I got close

to him, I realized that he reeked of alcohol.

"Didn't you hate me?" He suddenly blurted out such a sentence, which confused me a little. Looking at

him, I saw that his brows were tightly furrowed and there were bits of stubble beside his thin lips, which

he had probably been too busy to deal with lately.

"I hate you!" I answered and reached out to break his hold on me. I wanted to break free of his

embrace, but he insisted on holding on to me tightly.

I was a little confused by him. Hence, I looked at him and asked, "Hendrix, what's wrong with you?"

"Would that day come?" His eyes fell on me. Maybe it was because he was drunk, his eyes were a little

blurred.

For a moment, I didn't know what he was talking about. I asked, "What day do you mean?"

He looked at me and stopped talking. He began to touch me with his palms, and I naturally knew what

he was going to do.

Out of instinct, I pressed down on his hands and furrowed my brows, "Hendrix, I'm Arianna and not

Andrea. Look carefully."

He didn't say a word but directly picked me up. His kisses fell on me with the smell of wine, which was

intense and violent.

"Hendrix, I'm Arianna! Look carefully." I was on the verge of breaking down. So, I held his face with

both hands and tried to let him see me clearly.

He looked a little tired. He stared at me for a few seconds, and then faintly uttered a word, "Right!"

Then he tore off the only cloth on my body.