Chapter 63 – Highlight Chapter from My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)
Chapter 63 is a standout chapter in My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna) by Daphne, where the pace intensifies and character dynamics evolve. Rich in drama and tension, this part of the story grips readers and pushes the Romance narrative into new territory.
I could not afford to let anything happen to the Roberts Group. It was not because of Hendrix but for Master Roberts, who took great care of me.
"Do as I say. I'll explain it to Alford Audit." After hanging up the call, I remained quiet and deep in thought.
After a long pause, I made another phone call to someone I did not want to contact. Shortly after, a low and magnetic voice came from the other end. He hissed, "Five years!"
There was a faint echo in the other end before he added, "I thought you wouldn't contact me again."
I suppressed my displeasure and said curtly, "I want a report on all the mistakes made by Alford Audit. Also, I need their financial report."
"Anna, you haven't called me for a long time now." It was silent for a moment and I could hear a grim voice.
I could feel a chill ran down my spine and I quivered. Gritting my teeth, I called out forcibly, "Aaron Reid!"
"Anna, don't call me that!"
Even if we were just on the phone, I could feel the cold seeping from my mobile phone. It was not the same arrogant coldness I received whenever I was with Hendrix. This one felt like the frost was oozing out from the depth of hell and it was an intimidating yet bloody coldness.
"Aaron!" I forced myself to call his name and my body shuddered.
"Good girl."
I immediately hung up the call and sat on the floor weakly. I was petrified ever since I was a child. The deeply etched fear had never gone away.
After a long time, I got up but my body felt weak. I went back to the bedroom clumsily. I climbed on the bed and tightly wrapped myself with the quilt.
I was eroded by the chill lingering in my bones. I could not snap out of it. I should never have phoned him.
When Hendrix returned to the villa, I slowly came back to my senses. Upon spotting me, he seemed both surprised and unsurprised.
"Have you had your dinner?" Hendrix seemed to be tired.
"It's a normal reaction. Just ignore it." His voice was low and hoarse. I could tell that he was very sleepy.
However, I could not fall asleep. I pulled away but his big hands dragged me back.
"Hendrix!" I was a little angry. Couldn't he just go to sleep peacefully?
"Ignore it. It'll go away soon," he said as he tightened his arms around me.
I was at a loss for words.
Then, I became livid. "B*stard!"
I could not think of anything else and hissed furiously.
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