My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 441

"Alright, wait for me at Granger Group. I'll come and pick you up in a bit." This person really was

something else. I had repeated myself over and over again, so why hadn't he moved on from this? He

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I took a deep breath and said calmly into the phone, "Don't come, I'm about to leave."

The elevator arrived, so I hung up the phone and got in. It was only a few minutes' journey, he wouldn't

be able to get here that fast.

But in the end, all that was pointless because I met Hendrix at the entrance of Granger Group. Well, to

be exact, Hendrix had come here looking for me.

He was dressed in a custom-made black suit. His tall and straight figure, coupled with his handsome

features, made him stand out even more in the crowd.

When I saw him, I subconsciously wanted to avoid him, but before I could react, he had already strode

towards me.

He held me in his arms brazenly and said, "How long are you going to be mad for?"

I pursed my lips and did not struggle too much because there were too many people around. I kept a

fake smile on my face and said, "I'm not mad!"

As soon as he pulled me out of Granger Group, a fancy red sports car suddenly stopped in front of us,

catching the crowd's attention.

The cool car door spun up, and Aaron emerged from it, donned in a pair of chiclooking sunglasses.

Seeing that I was being held in Hendrix's arms, he took off his sunglasses and squinted at Hendrix as

he said coldly, "Can't you tell from her face that she doesn't like it?"

Hendrix looked at him with disdain and his gaze fell on me coldly, "You tricked me into getting out of the

car, and even tried to avoid me because of him?"

I...

This was slander!

"No!" I said plainly, "I don't know why he's here."

It was troublesome enough dealing with Hendrix, but I was starting to get a headache from having to

deal with Aaron too.

Looking at the two men, I said, "I'm going to see a doctor!"

After that, I got into Hendrix's car straight away.

Meanwhile, at the hospital.

I was in the psychiatric unit.

I sat alone across a psychologist in a large ward. He was an old man named Maxwell Dormer.

"Dr. Dormer, Mr. Roberts gave this to you." A nurse in white came in and handed the documents in her

hand to Maxwell. She looked at me seriously when she left.

Maxwell read through the documents and pushed his glasses up his nose bridge. He looked at me and

said, "Arianna, how's your insomnia lately?"

I thought for a moment and said, "When my mood is unstable, I do tend to lose sleep. I don't know

whether it's chronic or not."

He said, "That's because of mental pressure. You have to learn to vent your feelings. Come here more

often if you can. Don't bottle up your feelings too much. Life passes in a flash. Before we even have the

time to think things through, we're already old."

This felt very much like a normal, casual conversation. I nodded and agreed with what he said.

He lowered his head and wrote something on the paper for me. He looked at me and then said with a

smile, "If there's something you want to do, then do it. Don't weigh yourself down too much."

I took the prescription and was stunned for a moment. Most of them were antidepressants. After a

pause, I asked, "What are these?"

"They're the same as your previous ones. After so many years, you must already be aware that you are

the only person who can help yourself. All I can tell you as a doctor is to keep your chin up!" He

exclaimed with no emotion shown on his weary face.

I nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

When I left the psychologist's office, both Hendrix and Aaron looked at me and asked, "How was it?"