My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 157

I nodded. It wasn't like I could do anything else at that moment.

Seeing that, he carried me in his arms and headed to the room at the garden upstairs. He put me on

the bed and rested his hand on my belly, "You should go to bed earlier tonight. Tomorrow I'll come with

you to the checkup."

I nodded. If he didn't mention it, I had already forgotten about the checkup.

It was already getting late. Hendrix went for a shower while I laid down on the bed with my thoughts

racing around. My insecurity was doing harm to our marriage. I couldn't trust him wholeheartedly. For

heaven's sake, I couldn't even come to trust myself.

I didn't like myself like that.

"What are you thinking about?" Hendrix asked as he walked out of the bathroom. He was drying his

hair with the towel while looking at me, who was in a daze.

I got up and circled my arms around his waist. His body was still wet from the shower. This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

He wasn't wearing any tops, so I leaned on his bare abs, not saying a word.

Seeing my anomalous, Hendrix threw the bath towel aside and held me in his arms. He let my head

rest on his shoulders and said, "Don't bottle too many things up. It will only tire you out!"

I nodded and sorrowfully asked, "Hendrix, can you cut ties with Andrea from now on?"

I paused for a moment to let the words sink in before adding, "She has got parents that love her now.

She can do without you. But I can't. I only have you."

Yes, I was using Andrea's trick on him. One wouldn't know the outcome if they had never tried it before.

He tightened his embrace at my words, and I couldn't help but smile. Indeed, it seemed beneficial for a

woman to act soft and vulnerable in front of a man.

Then, I realized that Hendrix's embrace was a little too tight. I was puzzled. He then lifted my chin and

looked me in the eyes.

He said coldly, "Arianna, this is not you. Snap out of it and just be yourself."

I...

My mouth twitched as I glared at him, "It's normal for Andrea to be vulnerable. But it's not me when I

show you my weakness?"

It was funny to realize Hendrix's double standard. I couldn't act frail, but he had no problem with Andrea

acting like that.

He laughed, "You don't need to say such things when you have me as your husband. Also, you're not

weak."

I came to the realization that my trick wasn't effective on Hendrix at all. So I got off of his embrace and

headed to the bathroom.

Sure enough, some tricks only worked for some people.

When I came out of the bathroom, Hendrix was already lying on the bed. I wiped my hair and sat in

front of the vanity, ready to blow my hair dry.

He got up from the bed and said, "Come here!"

I thought he was asking me to go to bed to sleep, so I frowned and said, "I haven't dried my hair yet."

"Come here,” he insisted.

I walked over to the bed and looked at him, "What's the matter?"

Hendrix then pulled me down to the bed, and he took the towel from me, saying lightly, "You're going to

damage your hair if you put too much heat on it with the hairdryer."

I pursed my lips, "Drying with a towel takes too much time."

Plus, my head started spinning, and I felt a little unwell. "Hendrix, use the hairdryer. I'm getting sleepy,"

Without saying a word, he pulled me in his embrace and said, "Sleep then."

I was really exhausted, so I fell asleep without waiting for him to completely dry my hair.

I didn't feel well and was easily tired for quite some time, probably due to the pregnancy. The next day,

Hendrix and I went for the prenatal checkup in the hospital. At this stage, the fetus had already

developed a more defined facial feature.

Hendrix seemed to be in a good mood. Once we got in the car, he looked at me and asked, "What do

you want to eat later?"

I shook my head and lazily leaned back on my seat, "I'm fine with anything."

Although I did nothing, I was feeling abnormally tired.

He helped fasten my seatbelt and said, "Let's eat at home then. After that, you can get some rest."

I nodded as I closed my eyes.

For the next few days, I still felt unwell. However, I was only four months pregnant, so I decided to head

back to work.

The Roberts Group's auditing had already come to an end, so my workload wasn't that heavy anyway.

Since I found out what happened with the Alford Audit, Kelsey wanted to resign, but I didn't approve

her resignation. Instead, I gave her some time off.

On the weekend, I asked Austin to meet with me. I wanted to figure out what happened with the factory

in the southern district.

Considering he was a good friend of Hendrix, it would be inappropriate and immoral for me to report

Austin directly to the company.

Therefore, I decided to discuss that matter with him in private.