My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 1957

When he mentioned Irvin, I found myself speechless and didn't know what to say.

Compared to Irvin's bright and attractive appearance, the women and child that suddenly appeared made it hard for me to not let my imagination run wild.

To a certain extent, he wasn't a good person in the traditional sense.

Perhaps I was provoked by Hendrix's arrogant tone, so I pursed my lips and retorted, "Irvin may not be a good husband and father, but he didn't hurt me. You pride yourself as a gentleman, but you gossiped behind my back and went back on your word. It's you who should be looked down upon."

Hendrix's thick eyebrows furrowed angrily. Suddenly, his entire body began to tremble uncontrollably.

His looked horribly hurt and insulted. He supported his body with one hand on the table while the other held his forehead which was dripping in sweat. "Hendrix?"

I called his name twice, but he didn't seem to hear me. He looked to be in even more pain now.

I reached out and tried to help him steady himself, but Hendrix was so muscular that my strength was nothing against him. Hendrix then fell to the ground, exhausted. I squatted down and placed my hand on his forehead, attempting to cool him down.

His hair was soaked with sweat, and his eyes were closed. The moment he felt my hand touch them, he reached out and grabbed my wrist, "Who are you?"

I said anxiously, "It's me, Ariane. What's wrong with you?"

Hendrix didn't say anything. The intense pain had deprived him of the strength to speak. All he could do was hold me tightly.

As though if he held me tighter, the more relieved he was.

Seeing that his condition had improved a little, I called out to him, "Hendrix?"

Hendrix hung his head low, and his breathing was heavy. He seemed to be restraining himself from losing control.

"Let go of me I get someone to help you. We need to get you to the hospital so that you can be treated as soon as possible." I struggled but couldn't push him away, only ending up covered in sweat from my

struggling efforts.

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Hendrix's lips were pale, and he couldn't even open his eyes. I had no idea how he could still hold me so tightly in his current condition.

After being stuck in this stalemate for a moment, I tried to pat him on the shoulder to wake him up, but Hendrix caught my hand again as soon as I lifted up my hand.

He opened his eyelids a little and squeezed out a sentence from his throat, "You're so noisy..."

I was speechless. Wasn't this for his own good? How could he repay my kindness with such ingratitude?

After rolling my eyes at him, I finally raised my voice and shouted towards downstairs, "Is anyone there? There's something wrong with Hendrix. Come and help!"

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was a control freak. In a private place like the second floor, other than cleaning up, servants would rarely set foot here. If I wasn't with him, I'd have no idea how long it would take for him to be found.

Before the people downstairs could respond, his weak but tough voice said. "If you say any more, I'll throw you out."

I looked down and saw Hendrix's bloodshot eyes.

It seemed that he had already got through the worst of his pain.

I breathed out a sigh of relief and looked at his hand that was still holding my wrist. "It doesn't matter if you throw me out. If you don't let me go, we'll die together."

Hendrix looked down and immediately moved his hand away. He then staggered on to his feet.

I propped myself up on my knees and got up.

I must have been squatting for a long time, because I almost fell to the ground.

Hendrix quickly helped me up. As though he was trying to avoid arousing suspicion, he immediately let go and retreated to the side. He looked down at me condescendingly and said, "You can leave now."