My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna) novel Chapter 26

Knowing that he did not want to see me, I sighed before approaching him as I exclaimed, "Hendrix, you had way too much to drink. Let's go home!"

He squinted his eyes slightly before cracking a grin and spoke in a mocking tone, "Home?" He sounded very dissatisfied as he continued, "Is that even a home?"

I frowned. Since I was pregnant, I was more prone to being agitated. If this was any normal day, I would have just rolled with the punches. At this moment, however, I replied in quite a hostile tone, "If that's not a home, then what is? If you don't want to see me, Hendrix, I will give Andrea a call and have her come over to pick you up. Monique still has a business to run. You may not be short in money as a big boss, but don't get in the way of her business!" My wrist was suddenly grabbed by him. Everything seemed to happen in an instant as he pulled me onto his lap while hugging my waist with both arms. He then gently reached into my collar with his crude fingers as he spoke in a sarcastic tone, "Anywhere with you around isn't home. It's more like a... motel!"

He grabbed me violently with his palms the instant he was done saying that.

I grimaced from the pain while waves of anger rose in my heart as I flung his hand away before furiously staring at him. "Since it's a motel to you, then don't bother returning ever again. Have the divorce agreement signed and well no longer have anything to do with each other ever again!"

"Hiss!" Out of nowhere, he bit down on my shoulder. I nearly teared up from the pain.

"What's the matter? You got the money, the house, and the shares. Then, now you're ready to leave me and go as far away as possible?" He held onto me tightly while he grinned coldly. "Arianna, is your love only worth this little? Now you're ready to withdraw all of your love?"

Judging from how he was behaving, he was definitely drunk. My head was hurting a little as I wondered why would I tried to reason with this drunkard.

I suppressed my anger as I held onto his face and spoke in a much gentler tone, "It's getting late, Hendrix. Come home with me, okay?"

He remained silent as he closed his eyes and leaned against the couch behind him. However, he still did not let go of me.

I was stunned for a moment as I had no idea what exactly he was thinking about. I said, "If you don't want to return home with me, I'll give Andrea a call and have her pick you up, okay?"

Since he had no intention of returning to the mansion, I assumed he most likely wanted to stay with Andrea. Leaving him alone here would only get in the way of Monique's business, hence I decided to fish my phone out of my bag and was about to call Andrea.