My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 2187

After everything that happened at the wedding, I understood Hendrix even better now.

Women, power, and his business didn't matter to him anymore. The most important thing in his mind now was taking care of me and our children.

He was so spontaneous that he had secretly planned a wedding and even did the house chores. No one knew what ideas he might come up with at any time, and it was always a pleasant surprise for us.

Hendrix looked into the mirror and smiled, "Was I smiling?"

"Look at yourself in the mirror!" I pointed at his lips and said, "You can't even hide your smile right now! Come on, tell me, what are you hiding from me?"

Hendrix laughed and spread out his hands, looking helpless. "I'm not."

He then paused, put the hairdryer aside and tidied up my hair with his hands. "I didn't even realize that I was smiling. I was just looking at you and felt happy. Maybe it's because we're living such a peaceful life now, without having to face any unwanted drama. I don't even have to hide my feelings anymore." "Really?" I raised one of my eyebrows and deliberately made things difficult for him. "Are you just trying to comfort me? People say that most marriages get boring after the first seven years and those couples end up hating each other. Look at us, we've been together for so many years now. Are you sure you don't hate me?"

Hendrix didn't respond. He simply turned the hairdryer on again. This time, the temperature was much cooler. The cold air made me shiver as it blew through my shirt. I turned to glare at him and asked, "Are you doing that to take revenge on me?"

Hendrix's movements paused as he frowned helplessly. "Mrs. Roberts, I'm just helping you dry your hair as we talk. How is that taking revenge on you?"

He seemed to make sense.

Wait a minute, who cares if it made sense?!

"I don't care!" I stubbornly raised my chin up and retorted, "You're bullying me!"

As soon as I said this, Hendrix slowly frowned. He suddenly raised his hand up, held my chin and kissed me hard on the face without any warning. "Hey!" "What are you doing?!"This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

"Didn't you say that I was bullying you?" Hendrix's face was relaxed, he was fearless, "It's my duty to satisfy my wife. Do you need any other services?"

"How dare you..."

"Beep! Beep! Beep!...'

Just as I was about to fight back, my phone rang out loud.

I saw that it was Freya calling, so I answered the phone.

"Hi Freya, what's up?"

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While I was on the phone, Hendrix suddenly moved closer. His face was very close to my neck. I felt his hot breath blow on my neck and my ears. It felt ticklish.

"Is this Miss Reid? Your friend is drunk. I noticed that you were the last person she had contacted. Could you please come over and pick her up?" "What?" I was flustered for a moment. I then nodded and moved away from Hendrix. "Alright, please send me your address. Thank you."

After hanging up the phone, I walked over to the closet and told Hendrix, "Freya is drunk at a bar. I'm going to pick her up."

Hendrix didn't answer but suddenly grabbed my hand and pulled me close. I lost my balance and fell into his arms.

"Stop playing around." I struggled to get up. "Freya is waiting for me at the bar!"

"Someone else can take care of her." Hendrix adjusted his position and carried me towards the bed.

"They called my phone number. Who else can take care of her but me? Hendrix, come on. It's getting late. It's not safe for Freya to be out there alone."

Hendrix completely ignored me. He

placed me on the bed and then

leaned on me with his body. He

frowned and said, "You've been there, already done that. Can't you be more romantic?" Content belongs

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"What do you mean?" My friend is drunk and I have to go pick her up. What does this have anything to do with being romantic?

Even though I didn't understand what Hendrix was up to, I couldn't deny it either. The only thing to do was to compromise. Twenty minutes later, I quickly called back and someone picked up the call. Before I could say anything, a familiar voice spoke. "Is this Arianna? This is Cyril. I'm with Freya. You don't have to worry. Go and get your rest. Good night."