My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 264

Without warning, Hendrix stopped in his tracks. I didn't have the time to steady myself. So, I ran

straight into his arms and hit my nose. I couldn't help but gasp.

I glared at him, "Can't you give me a heads up before stopping?"

He scoffed, "That wouldn't be me, don't you think so?"

I rolled my eyes at him.

"You're right. After all, you know nothing else other than sleeping around," As he was the main cause of

my foul mood, I wasn't planning to let him off easily. "I'm sorry if I got into your way and disturbed you

just now. But you shouldn't take revenge on me in such a terrible way."

"Revenge?" He was caught off guard by my words. "Arianna, think again about what you're saying! Do

you really want to talk like this?"

I shrugged, "How else are we going to talk?"

He stopped talking and began to drag me in the direction of the villa. We were walking as I had refused

to get into his car earlier.

I ambled behind him. Because of my speed, Hendrix stopped and scowled at me, "Do you want me to

carry you?"

I quirked my eyebrows at that and replied, "If you don't mind."

He set his eyes on my bulging belly and finally decided to carry me in his arms.

After a few steps, he parted his lips and said, "You're fat."

I was outraged.

Sure enough, I could trust Hendrix to not say anything good about me.

I gave him a death stare and then closed my eyes to keep him out of sight.

Truth be told, I wasn't very angry. It was just that I still felt a little upset when I saw him and Andrea

together like any other woman would if they had seen their husband and the mistress together.

I could have turned a blind eye, but I had a hard time controlling my temper since I was pregnant. If I

wasn't careful enough, I would experience all the mood swings in the world.

Suddenly, Hendrix sneered.

At that, I opened my eyes to see that we were almost at the villa, and there was a black Bentley parked

in the driveway. I already had the car memorized after seeing it a few times.

However, it wasn't that long ago that Aaron had been beaten the living daylights out of it. And I

wondered why he was determined to come back to me repeatedly.

Aaron was tall, rich, and handsome. He had almost met all the young girls' standards for choosing a

partner.

Currently, he was holding a bouquet of roses in one of his hands, and a gift box in another.

It was fortunate that we were in a residential area, and there were only a few people. If Aaron did this

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I patted Hendrix's arm and gestured to him to put me down.

Hendrix scoffed, "He only knows how to fool around. The Reid family will be over sooner or later if they

put the company in his hands."

I was rendered speechless. Hendrix had never been a person of many words. "Won't you be tired? Put

me down!"

"Why?" He glanced at me and looked in the direction of Aaron with his cold eyes. "So that you can go

to him?"

I pursed my lips together.

It was the first time for me to feel his strong jealousy.

"If I said and did nothing, tomorrow's headline would be the two of you," Looking at his gloomy face, I

continued, "Jarold City isn't Ucrebury. You wouldn't want the headlines to show that the both of you

fought for a pregnant woman."

He sneered and put me down. Then, he looked at Aaron who was holding the rose with cold eyes, and

asked indifferently, "Do you like being courted this kind?"

"No." After some pauses, I added, "But many girls like it."

Hendrix pursed his lips. He crossed his arms and he didn't seem like he was planning to go into the

villa. And so, I had to ask, "Aren't you going to give us some privacy?"

"We don't need such things between us," he was being unreasonable.

I knew he wanted things to go his way, so I decided to let him do what he wanted.

I walked towards Aaron, who had been waiting for Hendrix and me for quite some time while holding

the bouquet and gift box on the spot. As I approached him, he held the bouquet to me and said,

"Happy birthday to you in advance, Arianna."

"It's too early!" My birthday was about two weeks away. "And I never celebrate my birthday," I added.

Looking at the bouquet he handed me, I couldn't help but frown. It was too big- ¹¹ would be hard for me

to hold it.