My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)
Chapter 1046

After taking a few bites of the fruit, he looked up at me, slightly confused. "What's wrong?"

I shook my head and looked away. I grabbed another fruit. I couldn't just take back the fruit, can I?

Of course, he did not let it go. He raised his eyebrows and asked as if he had just realized, "Did you eat this fruit?"

"Ahem, ahem..." I coughed, choking on my words. Other people would think I was a lunatic.

There was a glass of water on the table. I grabbed it and drank.

He looked at me, eyes dark, and asked, "What's wrong?"

I was not in a good mood and was feeling somewhat depressed. Without holding back my anger, I said directly, "Nothing!"

I seriously suspected that this man had done it on purpose. He pretended not to know what was going on, but in fact, he intentionally did that on purpose!

He nodded, like he didn't take this matter seriously at all.

I took a deep breath and tried to calm down. I turned my attention to the couple in the kitchen.

From the outside, Naomi looked careless and impatient, but she had depths. She was actually good housewife material. She grew up with a silver spoon in her mouth, but she did not put on airs. She was good at cooking. No, not just good. She had mastered the complexity of cooking. She was an excellent cook.

Sebastian was a cold person in nature. The colder someone was, the more he or she actually desired to be loved.

Observing them together, I think they were really a perfect match.

"Sebastian is not your husband. No matter how you pretend to be lonely, it's useless!" Hendrix's voice rang in my ear.

I looked back at him with a frown, annoyed. "Why would you say I was lonely?"

He raised his eyebrows and nodded at the couple. "Both of them work well together like they already know each other's actions well. They talk and laugh easily, don't you feel lonely?"

I stared at him, wide-eyed and stuttering. When I met his direct gaze, my thoughts short-circuited. Gulping, I avoided his gaze. "Mr. Roberts, I think you have misunderstood me. I just think that they look very sweet."

He curled his lips. "Is that so?"

He didn't explain. Fine. I would be more irritated if he continued to explain.

Rubbing my face as I looked back at the two people in the kitchen, I could feel Hendrix's stare burning into me. The atmosphere between us was increasingly awkward, so I got up and went to the kitchen. I asked the busy duo, "Guys, is there anything I can do for you?"

"No, go away!" Naomi said with a smile, "I have told you that you are a patient today. You just need to have a good rest. The kitchen is full of smoke, so you don't have to come in to help!"

I was astounded and I looked at Sebastian and said, "Mr. Milton, why don't you go to work first? I can help Naomi."

Naomi looked at Sebastian and asked, "Are you working afterwards?"

Sebastian raised his head and looked at Hendrix who was sitting at the dining table. He shook his head and said, "No, why?"

I was puzzled at that. So why did Hendrix come here? Was he here just to eat?

Naomi looked at me and smiled mysteriously. "Go and rest. There is nothing for you to do in the kitchen. Go on, lunch will be ready soon."

I looked at Hendrix, who was sitting at the dining table, and went back into the kitchen. I whispered to Naomi, "I know you care about me so much and I am very grateful. But please don't drive me away. I want to stay here and help you!"

How could such a smart person like Naomi not understand my situation? She glanced sideways at the person outside the kitchen, and then looked back at me. She grinned, "You really are good at finding excuses. What are you hiding for? You are friends, right? O are you going to pretend to be a stranger towards him?"