My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 239

I opened my mouth to ask whether he was hurt, but as I was about to speak, I saw a pair of dark eyes

staring at me emotionlessly.

I swallowed the words, feeling a little frightened of him.

"Why did you come back?" Hendrix furrowed his brows, and he was still cold towards me.

I lowered my head. After all, I left in a hurry without solving the matter properly. I paused and said,

"Hendrix, I'm sorry. I can't leave Aaron alone. If you are still mad at me, you can do anything you want

to me!"

He scoffed, "Anything?"

Looking at him, I nodded earnestly. "Yes, you can even hit me."

"Hit you?" He laughed in exasperation. "Arianna, when did you learn the carrot-and-stick method? It

looks like you've become sleek in the past few years working in the Roberts Groups."

I had nothing to explain myself.

"Why don't you drink the soup to warm up? You'll have an upset stomach if you don't eat anything!" I

changed the topic. Under such a circumstance, I could only be pliant to him. If I was aggressive, I was

afraid that things wouldn't end well for us. Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

At this moment, Hendrix's face was gloomy like the sky on the verge of a storm.

"Aren't you going to explain what's with Aaron?"

I frowned. I couldn't help but feel irritated at the mention of it. Aaron and I went way back into my past.

If I had to explain what happened earlier, I had to explain what happened for the past decades in detail.

And I really didn't want others to know much about my past.

Staring at his cold face, I rubbed my eyebrows and answered lightly, "Grandma adopted Aaron, just like

me. He was a few years older than me, and we grew up together. Then, something happened, and he

left Grandma and me. He was gone for a very long time before resurfacing again."

I didn't want to give too much detail. I didn't want to dig into those sorrows.

Hendrix narrowed his eyes at me. "Were you childhood sweethearts? Or are you only really close to

each other as siblings? Or is it both?"

I frowned, and I was a little vexed when I looked at him again, "He is and only will be my brother!"

He sneered at my response. "Well, he does treat you differently than most brothers treat their sisters.

Don't you think too many hugs were involved? Also, if he's your brother, why didn't you make it clear to

me from the beginning?"

"I didn't think it would be necessary." A little frustrated at the never-ending accusation, I said, "It's

getting late. You should finish up the soup and go to bed. I'm heading back to rest."

I didn't want to pick a fight with him, and I didn't think it was necessary to do so. But I couldn't control

my anger for most of the time, so I could only leave the scene.

I had trouble falling asleep after going back to the bedroom. Therefore, I got up from the bed and sat on

the hammock on the balcony, and stared at the night view blankly.

Not soon after, I heard Hendrix coming into the bedroom and I felt his gaze on me. I knew he was

suppressing his anger, trying not to pick a fight with me.

I couldn't help sighing as he walked into the bathroom. Pregnant women were really easily triggered,

and I really couldn't control myself.

Hendrix took a quick shower. When he got out of the en suite, he only had a bath towel wrapped

around his lower body. Glistening drops of water rolled down the lean muscles of his chest and

abdomen.

He lifted his hands to wipe his hair dry with the towel, and I noticed that there was a large fresh bruise

on his back. It must be from the iron shovel earlier. I got up and left the room to get a first-aid kit from

the living room.

When I returned to the bedroom, Hendrix was already lying on his bed, reading a book. Then, seeing

me carrying a first-aid kit in my hand, he raised his eyebrows and asked, "What's the matter?"

"I'll help to put medication to your wound," I went to his side and found the ointment for bruises in the

first-aid kit. Looking at him, I said, "Your back is bruised. Let me put some ointment on it!"

He glanced at the tube in my hand, then sat up straight and turned to expose his back to me.

I warmed up the ointment on my palm, and then gently rubbed it against his back. I didn't put too much

force into it, as I was scared that he would feel the pain. Also, the ointment had a strong yet unpleasant

scent.