My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna) novel Chapter 863

"Arianna!" Hendrix was enraged. "What, do you feel bad for Irvin now that he has fallen into depravity? Do you want to be a saint and go save him?"

I frowned and asked, "Hendrix, what are you talking about?"

"Isn't that so?" He sneered, "You probably pushed me over to Rowane just so you could go to the hospital to see him today."

Shocked, I had no idea how to respond. Instead, I blurted out, "Rowane is beautiful and outstanding. Be it in appearance or talent, she is the epitome of excellence..."

He sneered, "Haha! Should I thank you instead, for putting in so much effort for my sake? You really are something. Other women try their best to prevent their husbands from cheating, but you're pushing your own husband into the arms of another woman. Don't you think that I should thank you?"

Being rendered speechless by him, I couldn't help but feel a little upset. Then, it suddenly struck me as to what to say and so I looked up at him gearing myself up.

Tears welled up in my eyes and I said in a hoarse voice, "I didn't mean to push you away yesterday. I just thought that you had something important to discuss with her, so I took the initiative to leave. When I came back, you were already gone, so I came home by myself. I didn't purposely go to the hospital to meet Irvin today. I just happened to meet him there. Hendrix, I've never thought to push you away. I just don't know what to do!"

His gaze softened. He sighed and helplessly tugged at me, "I'm sorry, I was too impulsive."

I dipped my head and shook it lightly, extricated myself from his embrace and went into the bathroom.

Only a love between equals could sustain. The chasm between us awas already far too wide to be bridged.

Ice cold water splashed against my body. I was in a trance. What was I going to do next?

I was lost.

I was in the bathroom for a long time before I finally came out. Hendrix was on the balcony, smoking. Normally, I would've sneaked into his arms and gently told him to stop. However, at that moment, I simply dried my hair and went to lay on the bed.

The faint smell of tobacco wafted into the bedroom. I had just caught a cold, and the smoke irritated my throat, causing me to break into a violent coughing fit.

Probably upon hearing my coughing sounds as they were a little intense, Hendrix stubbed out the cigarette butt, came in, poured me some water, and smoothed my back. "Have you taken any medicine?" he asked.