My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 1966

The ride to the hospital was very quiet. Soon, we arrived.

After getting out of the car, I pretended to tie my shoelaces so that I was a couple of steps behind Hendrix.

Hendrix stopped in his tracks and turned around to look at me. His eyes looked cold. "Arianna, do you have a heavy rock tied to your legs?"

I rolled my eyes at him. "That's none of your business. The hospital is small, I won't get lost."

For some reason, Hendrix kept nagging at me.

His face darkened as he stood there, staring at me.

I wasn't in the mood to entertain him. So, I lifted my chin and walked past him. I was now walking ahead of him.

I quickened my pace. Truth was, I was upset. Hendrix followed closely behind me.

Even though I didn't have eyes in the back of my head, I could feel him staring daggers at me from behind. It made me uncomfortable.

I came to a stop, and took a step to the side. Seconds later, I was walking side by side with

him.

He narrowed his eyes at me. He looked somewhat pleased.

Together, we walked into the elevator.

When the elevator door swung open, I was welcomed with an empty corridor. Only then did I realize that this hospital was deserted.

Hendrix saw my shocked expression and said mildly, "To save time."

"Reserving the entire hospital? I guess this is the kind of life the richest man in the world lives," I thought to myself.

I continued, "If you don't need the money, you could donate it to people in need, you know?"

Soon after stepping out of the elevator, a bodyguard walked up to us and greeted him, "Sir."

"All set?" Hendrix asked blankly.Property © 2024 N0(v)elDrama.Org.

"Everything is ready."

Confusion arose in me. However, in that very next second, I remembered how badly Hendrix suffered this morning. "Did he come here for a check- up?"

With that thought in my mind, Hendrix's voice suddenly rang coldly. "Take her there."

"Wait- Who?"

I turned my head and saw a group of doctors and nurses.

At once, an older female doctor came up to me and said, "This way, Miss Reid."

"Why me?" I asked silently.

Hendrix noticed my look of doubt. "Just take it as an ordinary body check-up. Normal people do it at least once a year. There's nothing to worry about."

Right after he said that, he gave the doctor a knowing look. Before I could even react, I was dragged away by the doctors and nurses.

"Hey, I've always gone for my check-ups regularly. I don't need your people to meddle in my affairs. I'm well aware of my physical condition. Tell them to stop now, Hendrix!"

It was the first time I felt the cold indifference of these medical staff. No matter how loud I screamed, they ignored me and continued their examination.

I was outnumbered. There was no way I could win. So, after failing to break free time and time again, I gave up.

It was eight o'clock at night when the check-up was done.

The nurse took me to the office. Hendrix was sitting leisurely on the sofa, scrolling on his tablet.

"I was tortured for such a long time, and here he was, enjoying himself?" I thought to myself.

I approached him, about to vent my anger. I took a look at the tablet, and that was when I realized that he was looking through my medical reports.

Only then did I change my mind. I took a seat beside him and asked, "What are all these examinations for?"

"To make sure that you're not hiding. any serious illnesses from me that would affect Wynn's health," Hendrix said indifferently. He didn't even look up from the tablet.

The corners of my mouth twitched. "Mr. Roberts, that's a really lame excuse."