My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna) novel Chapter 120

It didn't take long before we arrived at the villa. I got out of the car, and Minnie came over to welcome me at once. She took a close look at me, "Are you feeling better? I've made some food for you. Do you want to have some first?"

I smiled softly at her and shook my head, "Minnie, I just had your chicken soup this morning. I'm full, and I don't think I can eat anything any time soon."

She compromised, "Alright, you can have it when you're hungry later. Master Hendrix had people set up a swing in the yard and planted a lot of flowers. Do you want to go and have a look?"

I knew that she wanted me to relax and be happy. I held her hands and reassured her with a smile, "Minnie, I'm fine. I'll go back to my bedroom to sleep a bit more. Don't worry about it. And you should have some rest too."

After entering the bedroom, I went through my clothes in the closet and threw them on the bed. Then, I stacked them all up and placed them in a suitcase.

Hendrix entered the room with something in his hands. When he saw what I was doing, his eyebrows knitted tightly, "Why are you packing up?"

I continued to fold my clothes and answered lightly without raising my head, "I'm going to stay in Bronzy Condo for a while."

He stopped my hands, and he looked at me with apparent anger, "Arianna, what exactly do you want?"

I felt restless. If I were to be the same as how I was in the past, I would probably scream and shout at him while venting all my sorrow. I didn't do anything wrong, to begin with, so why was I the only one who got hurt in the end?

However, for this time, I just looked at him and said smoothly, "Hendrix, I don't mean anything. I just didn't want things to happen again like that night."

After a pause, I pulled his hand away and continued to work on my clothes. "Hendrix, we can't make the same mistake again. You and I both know that quarreling can never solve the problem. I also know that you don't love me. So, I'll also try to let things go."

I laughed out loud. "Hendrix, do you really care about the child? Or do you only care about your reputation? If you really cared about this child, why would I risk having a miscarriage so many times because of you? You're really absurd!"

Seeing at his expression, I laughed even more, "Why did you want me to stay? Do you want me to relive the memory of how you almost killed me in this familiar house every day?"

I figured that my words had hurt him, because he drew closer and whispered, his voice so cold, "So you think I'm unbearably evil?"

I sneered, "Aren’t you?"

Hendrix's face turned ugly, "Arianna, your so-called love is nothing more than this."