My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna) novel Chapter 123

Monique bought a cart full of random things. She even got all the skincare items for when I would be fat and bloated from the pregnancy.

After I moved everything into the car, I smiled, "Monique, as a godmother, you're surely more oriented than I am when it comes to the child."

She smiled back at me and suddenly hugged me with watery eyes, "Arianna, leave Hendrix. I can also take good care of you."

I didn't know why she suddenly said those words, but I patted her on the shoulder, "Why are you so emotional? I will leave Hendrix, just not now. But Monique, even if I'm leaving him, I want to do it aboveboard."

She nodded and replied in a hoarse voice, "It's okay. I'll wait for you. I've found a suitable place for us to settle down in Andoland. Since the house price in Andoland is low, we can totally afford to buy a small villa. When the time comes, both of us and the child can live together."

This girl seemed to have changed a little. I couldn't tell how, but it felt like she had been hiding something.

I sighed and shook slightly to shake my worries away, "Alright, chill. It hasn't reached such a bad stage yet. We still have a long way to go."

It was getting late, so we went straight back to the Bronzy Condo. We placed most of the baby supplies in the Bronzy Condo since it would be more convenient.

I had planned to stay for the night in the Bronzy Condo, but not long after we were back, my phone rang.

"Arianna, your phone!" Monique, who was in the guest room putting the crib together, shouted for me.

I was washing fruits that we had bought along the way back from the mall in the kitchen. I then wiped my hands and went to my phone, only to see that it was Hendrix who called.

I frowned and glanced at the time. It wasn't even nine o'clock.

"Hello, Mr. Roberts!" I said. I didn't mean to act distant from him. I just thought that he might be calling me for business matters. Since it was business-related, I naturally had to be polite.

For a moment, I could only hear wind breezing from the other end of the phone. Then, Hendrix finally spoke, "Where are you?"

"Bronzy Condo," I answered while looking at the crib that Monique had finished putting together. Now she was carefully placing a mosquito net around the crib. It looked like a fairy's bed.