My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna) novel Chapter 435

Nerissa had said this mainly for Hendrix's benefit.

He narrowed his gaze and looked back at me, asking, "What do you think of having a guest stay in our home?"

I frowned and answered irritably, "What does it have to do with me?"

After that, I was ready to head upstairs, but he grabbed my hand. He lowered his voice and said, "Tell the driver to send Miss Burton back shortly!"

Nerissa was a little unhappy. Her face turned cold as she scolded, "You brat, why are you becoming less and less cordial? Do you know how cold it is outside? I can't believe you're letting a girl go home by herself. This house is so big, don't tell me you don't have a single room for her. Besides, my place is empty. I want her to stay and accompany me. I don't want to be alone at night."

Seeing that Hendrix's expression had darkened, Andrea took the initiative to speak. "Hendrix, Aunt Nerissa has gone through so much recently. I want to stay and talk to her too. Don't worry, I won't disturb you and Arianna. I just want to talk with Aunt Nerissa so that she won't be so lonely."

Tsk, tsk!

What a truly ideal, considerate woman!

Hendrix frowned and was slightly displeased. However, Nerissa had already put forward her request, so he couldn't find a reason to reject her.

He held me and uttered plainly, "Do whatever you want."

Pulling me upstairs, he looked at me and asked, "Are you angry?"

I paused for a moment before I shook my head and remained silent. I promptly entered the bathroom after that, feeling a little tired.

Nerissa had brought Andrea here so openly and blatantly, and it was obvious that she wanted to threaten me.

I nodded and replied wearily, "She just came over. Also, I just sent you some information. It's in your inbox. Take a closer look and see if you can let Uncle Charles use it."

"It should work!" He tutted, and then added, "You've managed to do quite well for yourself, haven't you? Did Hendrix help you out?"

"No!" I had nothing good to say to that, and it was getting late as well. I responded wearily, "It's really late. Say hello to Uncle Charles for me. Talk to you later!"

However, Aaron hurriedly asked, "Arianna, have you been feeling anything unusual lately?"

I was a little surprised by his abrupt question. "No. What's the matter?"

He replied, "I received a medical record of your depression. It's pretty serious. Are you all right after what happened to Irvin?"