My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna) novel Chapter 1278

After returning to the car with Hendrix, he kept silent. He was like a brooding child. I knew that he was angry with me because I came out to see Dahlia, and almost got myself hurt.

After driving for a while, I thought about how to coax him. At that time, I held my stomach and hummed, "Ow, my stomach hurts. I don't know if it's because I haven't eaten anything all day. My stomach hurts. It's so uncomfortable!"

As I held my belly and pretended to be miserable, Hendrix puckered his lips. He glanced at me and said, "What do you want to eat?"

"Koland" I said with a smile, looking at him.

He looked at me and said nothing. He just parked the car in the city center and got off. I looked at him standing by the car, expressionless, and said sulkily, "Hendrix, I've been hungry for a day. I was almost scared to death by Dahlia just now. I can't walk anymore. Can you help me?"

He frowned and looked at me as if I was joking. When he saw that I didn't get off the car, he gave in and walked around to help me.

I pursed my lips slightly and leaned my whole body against him. Then I looked at him shamelessly and said, "Can you hold me? I really can't walk anymore!"

He pursed his lips. "Let's not eat then. Go back and rest!"

I pouted, stood up, and said, "Let's head inside." Then I ran into the restaurant in a few steps, found a seat, and sat down.

He followed and looked at me indifferently. I ordered the dishes and looked at him with my chin propped in my hands. "Are you still angry?"

He didn't answer me.

I stopped talking. After a while, the waiter served the dishes. After a day's hunger, I could finally eat something. I picked up my utensils excitedly and was ready to eat, but I was stopped by him. "Drink the soup first!"

Then he put a bowl of egg soup in front of me. I knew he was afraid that I had been hungry for so long that my stomach couldn't bear too much food suddenly.

He relaxed a little, looked at me and said, "Do you know what you did wrong?"

I nodded. "Yes!"

"What's your mistake?"

Like a child owning up, I said, "I shouldn't trust others easily. I shouldn't be so stupid. It's my fault that I didn't listen to you!"

"Hmm," he said and looked at me. "And what else?"

I was stunned. I racked my brain, but I didn't know what else was wrong. I looked at him carefully and asked, "What else did I do wrong?"