My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna) novel Chapter 38

I couldn't help but be stunned by his question. It seemed that he had listened to some of our conversations. "What are you talking about?" I pretended to be clueless and retorted out of guilt.

I felt a little flustered as he approached me, exuding an overwhelming aura. I panicked, not knowing what to do for a moment. I rapidly covered my lower abdomen and frowned, "Oh, my stomach hurts!"

As I yelped, I quickly crouched down.

Hendrix stopped in his tracks then walked up to me, pulled me up, and said with his brows knitted together, "Let's go to the hospital!"

I was speechless.

Was I shooting myself in the foot?

"No..."

I rejected him too quickly, and his eyes narrowed slightly as he stared at me. He regarded me suspiciously, "Arianna, you don't seem to want to go to the hospital, do you?"

"It's not that..." At that point, I couldn't help feeling a little sad. I looked at him with red eyes and blurted, "I fear the feeling of lying unconscious on an operating table!"

He visibly froze at this. After some time, he whipped me out of the bedroom.

I thought he was going to take me to the hospital, so I pulled on his sleeve and exclaimed with tears threatening to fall out of my eyes, "Hendrix, I really don't want to go to the hospital!"

Besides, the pain was faked.

"Let's go down and grab something to eat," he said as he glanced at me with a pair of cold and helpless eyes.

For a moment, I had an indescribable feeling in my heart. The day before, he had helped me, as well as his compliance right then, he didn't seem to be so distant anymore.