My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 2221

After searching around the house, I couldn't find Hendrix anyway. It looked like he had gone out after I came home.

I then sent a message to Evan, asking about Hendrix's whereabouts.

I then received a text back that said, "Mrs. Roberts, I am accompanying Miss Anne in Mesville at the moment."NôvelDrama.Org owns all content.

I was stunned then lowered my head to type on the screen. "Didn't Anne leave by herself? Haven't you been with Hendrix these past few days?" "I've followed her without her knowledge, so she doesn't know I'm here. Mr. Roberts asked me to take good care of her. He didn't say anything else." This means that Hendrix had been on his own this whole time. No one knew where he went or what he'd done.

He had always been a troublesome man. Compared to his younger days, he was causing me way more trouble right now.

Evan and the others were abroad right now. It wouldn't be wise for them to worry about things back home, so I made up something to reassure him. I wrote back to him, "No wonder Hendrix has been complaining about back pains everyday after work. I understand. Thank you for the update. Take good care of Anne for me and be safe."

I then received a simple 'okay' response from Evan.

Him too? Was it so hard to use a few more words?

I couldn't tell anyone how much I hated this habit they all shared.

After putting down my phone, I felt flustered, so I sat down on the sofa, turned on the TV, and randomly switched channels to vent.

A show that was running an interview with Cyril suddenly popped out.

The host was quite bold and he went straight to asking him about a sensitive topic. "I wonder, what requirements do you have for your other half?"

"You mean my future wife?" Cyril looked calm and comfortable, which made him look very sophisticated.

"You could put it that way." The host nodded ambiguously and continued to urge him to answer, "Or, in terms of feelings, would you prefer to have met and learn about each other or are you very particular right off the bat?"

Cyril thought about this for a while, then looked at the camera with passionate looking eyes and said, "Love at first sight."

He replied firmly, "I believe in love at first sight. Once I've chosen someone, I won't change my mind. Just like how I never gave up on becoming a real actor."

His affectionate but stubborn attitude could easily win any girl's heart. Even though we've only met a couple of times, I pitied him. I hoped that he could work things out with Freya.

If only Freya had seen this interview.

"What are you watching?"

I was so focused on the show that I hadn't noticed Hendrix had come back. I replied quickly, "Nothing, just a variety show."

"Okay," He replied, then went into the bathroom on the first floor. He asked the servant to bring him a change of clothes. "Brock, get me a new set of pajamas."

I then heard water running in the bathroom.

When he came back out, the variety show was running a commercial break.

He wiped his hair and sat down beside me. When he noticed that it was a variety show featuring Cyril, he joked,Ûf I were him on that seat and attracting that much attention, you'd probably be so worried about me that you wouldn't be able to sleep every single night."

"You wish." I curled my lips up unwillingly.

Brock stepped out of the bathroom with Hendrix's clothes and asked respectfully, "Sir, these clothes

you've changed out are damaged. I

assume they're your favorites.

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Hendrix replied without turning his head. "There's no need. Just throw them away."

He had taken a shower and had thrown his clothes away. Was he destroying evidence?

Driven by my sixth sense, I held the plate of fruits in front of me and pretended to ask while eating, "What's wrong with your clothes?"

"There was an accident while I was inspecting the construction site, but don't worry. It was just a small problem. I want to get rid of that bad luck by throwing them away Hendrix said calmly.