My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna) novel Chapter 119

"Arianna, do you really have to talk like that?" Hendrix didn't look very well. He seemed old.

I smiled faintly and replied without much emotion, "How can I? Mr. Roberts is so strong. It only took you a few hours to nearly kill me. I only fear I couldn't avoid you faster."

Hendrix was rendered speechless.

Perhaps the atmosphere was getting too dreadful, Hendrix didn't want to talk to me anymore, and he left with Andrea soon after that.

I laid on the hospital bed, feeling a little depressed and frustrated. When people went through a certain extent of events in life, they would lose hope for life.

A lot of things happened in the following few days. Sawyer's announcement on the headlines, Andrea reunited with her family, and Aaron returned to Ucrebury for the foreseeable future. But I didn't pay attention to any one of that news.

I laid quietly in the hospital for a week. I had already been pregnant for three months, and my baby bump was getting more noticeable as the day passed.

My lower abdomen bulged out slightly like a small hill. Sometimes, I would put my hands on it and fall into a daze. Sometimes I would stare at the ceiling blankly.

Hendrix came to the hospital every day. He sometimes would talk to me, but we would always end up quarreling.

After repeating for a few times, he stopped coming to the hospital. However, he was rich, so the nurses and social workers would take good care of me.

I didn't even bother to ask for the reason he didn't come. Minnie, on the other hand, cooked different stews and soups for me every day.

I knew something was wrong with me. I started to feel like I didn't want that child anymore when I was alone.

If I wasn't pregnant with his child, I could leave Hendrix and live the life I had always wanted to.

The more I thought about it, the more I wanted to end the pregnancy.

Nevertheless, I knew that it wasn't right, but I couldn't help it.

The Jacaranda on the main road of the Ucrebury had bloomed. They filled up the streets from both sides, making the dull city look a little lively.

I had never experienced the sweetness of love, nor had I learned how to love a person and enjoy the love from a person.

I had lived through a quarter of my life, seemingly in a blur for the entirety of it.

Thinking about that, I couldn't help but laugh at myself. Am I destined to suffer for the rest of my life?

"What are you laughing at?" Noticing my movement, Hendrix asked, deep in his thoughts.

I shook my head and replied softly, "I just suddenly thought of something funny."

"What is it?" He was trying to make small talks, but I didn't want to talk with him anymore.

We stayed silent.