My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 21

Hendrix did not answer. On the contrary, he questioned, "Where were you?" His tone was cold and

indifferent but there was a hint of anger in his voice.

"I went to the company." I went to the kitchen and added, "I'll cook something for you."

Andrea made a scene in the hospital earlier. He probably did not eat anything. At the thought of that, I

felt that I should mind my own business. I was going to leave him anyway; I could not care less if he

died of hunger.

Even so, we were married for two years. Even if I were to leave, we did not have to tear each other into

pieces. We should end things nicely and leave some beautiful memories.

After boiling the water, I suddenly felt a chill down my spine. I look over my shoulder out of reflex.

Immediately, I met Hendrix's icy gaze.

"What... What's wrong?" Usually, he would be cold or disgusted when he stared at me. Yet, he was too

complicated for me to read at the moment. I did not know how to react and I panicked.

He did not speak. I assumed that he did not want to talk to me. Therefore, I simply kept my mouth shut

and cooked instant noodles for him. I put the bowl of noodles on the dining table and said, "The fridge

is empty and there are only eggs, therefore just tolerate for the moment!"

I turned to go upstairs to shower but he suddenly asked, "We should just tolerate our marriage too?"

I was taken aback. There was a sharp pain in my chest. I would usually keep silent but strangely, my

eyes were a little red. I stared at him and retorted, "Even if we can't, we've tolerated it for two years,

right?"

"Hendrix, let's divorce." I took out the divorce papers I signed and placed them in front of him. I

continued bitterly, "I signed it. You should have a look. We should settle everything with the lawyer."

I spoke my mind and heaved a sigh of relief. I suppressed the pain in my heart. I stared at his

handsome but cold face and added, "Don't worry about the child. I'll make it up to you and Andrea."

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I did not stare at Hendrix's gloomy face and I turned to head upstairs. That was probably the last time

we would talk to each other in the villa.

Unexpectedly, he suddenly grabbed my wrist. "Make it up to me?" Hendrix parted his lips and repeated

curtly. His voice was filled with anger and I could tell that he was going to explode with rage.

I knew that he was fuming but I did not turn around. I ignored the uncomfortable feeling in my heart and

replied, "I will handle everything. I won't let the child get between you and Andrea."

"Arianna Reid!" He was going to fly off the hand. He tightened his grip and my hand was numb from the

pain. "What are you trying to do? File a divorce? And get rid of the child? You're leaving just like that?"

"What else?" I stared at him. I tried so hard to fight back my tears but they rolled down my cheeks.

"What else can I do? Hendrix, you always wanted me to sign the papers and stay far away from you.

Why can't I do it this instant?"

Hendrix's eyes darkened and looked so cold as if it was covered with frost.

"You think you're smart?" He sneered and grabbed my chin with his long fingers. I was in pain and I

wanted to push him away. Yet, he held my chin tighter. He was close and I could feel his breath on my

face. "You're bearing my child. You have no say in keeping or getting rid of the baby."

"I have no say?" I chuckled. I stared into his eyes and asked slowly, "Does Andrea have a say in it?"

He narrowed his eyes and I felt a menacing aura from him. "Arianna, you're playing with fire!"