My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna) novel Chapter 9

I had no idea what was in his mind, so I could only nod and agree to his words.

There would be times that people could be very humble for no reason, and so neither I. I used to be obedient to all the commands from Hendrix, even though I disagreed deep in the bottom of my heart.

He drove straight to downtown. I thought he would send me home first, but it turned out that I was wrong as he brought me straight to the hospital instead.

The smell of disinfectant lingered in the air and made me feel uncomfortable. But I could only walk behind him and followed him to where Andrea was.

Andrea was having an intravenous drip. Indeed, she was sickly and weak. But now as she was lying on a simple white bed, and coupled with her shallow eyes, this had made her even more fragile and dainty.

However, her gaze turned cold the moment she saw me entered the room with Hendrix. After a while, she looked at Hendrix and shouted, "I don't want to see her!"

It seemed that without the child, the soft and lovely posture of her had gone, and she was overwhelmed with hatred instead.

Hendrix walked towards her and lifted her up from the bed. He was rubbing his chin against her forehead to soothe her, "Let her take care of you for a few days, as she is responsible for this."

The fact that Hendrix was too affectionate and loving her had pierced my heart deeply.

Andrea was about to say something. But after a while, then she looked up at Hendrix with a shallow smile and said, "Okay, I'll listen to you!"

That was how they made the decision of whether I would be staying or leaving.

It sounded ridiculous that I couldn't even say a word on that. To make matters worst, I completely agreed to whatever their arrangement was.

Hendrix was very busy. Even though he was absent during Grandpa's funeral, he was still part of the Roberts family after all. Hence, he had a lot to manage, including Roberts Group, and that he did not have much time to stay in the hospital with Andrea.

I was the only one who had the time to take care of Andrea.

At two o'clock in the morning, Andrea was still awake since she had slept a lot in the day. There was no extra bed in the room, so I could only lay on the chair beside her bed.