My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna) novel Chapter 1167

I couldn't hold in my emotions anymore and my tears poured down my cheeks. I sobbed and said to him, "Don't sacrifice yourself for me like this in the future. If something really happened to you, what would I tell Shirley? You have a family, so don't make such silly decisions anymore."

He smiled and raised his hand to ruffle my hair. He said helplessly, "Silly girl, I act on my instincts. It's an honor to be able to protect anyone I want to protect!"

I calmed down after a while. The doctor visited not long after. Seeing that Irvin was awake, he said that Irvin would be fine and just needed more rest.

I didn't sleep much the night before, and my menstruation didn't help the matter. Seeing Irvin was safe, I finally sighed in relief and soon the sleepiness started to kick in.

Florence must have seen how tired I looked, because she said helplessly, "Miss Reid, please go back and have a good sleep. As for Mr. Granger, we will take good care of him. You can rest assured!"

I nodded. After confirming that Irvin was fine, I

went down the stairs and prepared to return to the villa to rest.

At the entrance of the hospital, a black Bentley was parked on the side of the road. The glass window rolled down and Evan spoke when he saw me, "Mrs. Roberts, let me send you home!"

I was stunned. I wondered why Evan's appearance was so timely.

Thinking about the possibility of Hendrix being in the car, I felt slightly awkward. I didn't get in the car at once. Evan seemed to realize what I was thinking, "Madam, Mr. Roberts has just left to take care of some business."

Feeling a little embarrassed, I lowered my head and got into the car!

As Evan started the car, I hesitated for a while before asking, "Have you been at the hospital all this while?"

The pain seemed to increase by the minute, so I had no choice but to get up. I searched around the room and found no painkillers. I had to order some pills online and have them delivered to the house.

After taking the medicine, the pain finally subsided. I wanted to take another nap, but I didn't feel sleepy anymore. I checked the time and found that it was already six in the evening. I thought that Hendrix would be back.

I went into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator.

Glancing at the ingredients inside, I figured that I would make a few dishes to make up and apologize to Hendrix when he returned.

It was September, and the day was quite cool. After I prepared all the dishes, it was already seven o'clock. Still, there was no sign of Hendrix.