My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna) novel Chapter 5

Hearing this, Andrea was stunned and her eyes darkened. She turned back to Hendrix and tugged on his corner of the coat. Then she whispered, "Hendrix, it's all my fault last night. I should not disturb you and Arianna. Could you ask her to stay here and have breakfast with us? Just take it as my apology, okay?"

I...

Well, it sure was. Someone really didn't have to try very hard. They just needed to be petty and show weakness to get what others were longing for.

Hendrix had been indifferent to my appearance. When he heard Andrea's word, he turned to look at me and said, "Let's eat together!"

He said in a cold and commanding tone.

Did I hurt? I was used to it.

I forced a smile and nodded, "Thank you!"

I just couldn't refuse Hendrix, not for a single time. He's the man I fell for at the first glance, I knew there's always a place for him in my heart. Even though he didn't want it or care.

I never expected I would have the chance to have his homemade breakfast, I should felt lucky I knew. The omelet and porridge, nothing special people would say, but it meant something to me. Because I had always felt that a man like Hendrix was God's favorite. He was born to conquer the world, to be the dominator, but now, he's willing to be stuck in the small kitchen and making breakfast for his beloved one.

"Arianna, try the omelet. It's made by Hendrix himself. It's delicious. He used to make it for me when we were together." Andrea said as she handed me a plate of omelet.

Then she sweetly handed another plate for Hendrix, "Hendrix, you promised to go to Nulens with me today to see the flowers. You wouldn't break the appointment, right?"

"I know," Hendrix said while eating his breakfast elegantly. He had always been a man of few words, but he seemed to respond to Andrea's every question and every request.

Josiah seemed to have gotten used to everything. She ate her breakfast gracefully, watching us like she's totally an outsider of our story.

I looked down and couldn't help but frown. Today was Grandpa's funeral. If Hendrix left with Andrea, the Roberts would judge...

This breakfast ended in a tense atmosphere. After a quick bite, I saw Hendrix finished eating and went upstairs to change his clothes. I put down my chopsticks and followed him.