My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)
Chapter 1072

I shrugged and stopped asking questions. Then, I got in a car headed to the hospital.

Given the repeated incidents at the base, and given Naomi's special identity, the project had been ordered to stop.

Back in Asherton, after the doctor examined Naomi, he said that Naomi injured her head and was in a temporary coma, so she would not wake up for a while. Sebastian went to the hospital to take care of her. Lancille Village's projects were halted, so I could only go back to the villa to rest.

When I arrived downstairs of the villa, I input the password as usual, but it was deemed incorrect.

I had no choice but to call Sebastian and ask, "Have you changed the password at home?"

He obviously paused. Then, he replied, "Well, Hendrix doesn't allow you to live in my house. All your belongings should have been moved to the nearby villa." Without a word, I hung up and sighed deeply.

Sure enough, I couldn't hide. Helplessly, I could only go next door and input my birthdate into the lock. Then, the gate opened!

There was a car parked in the yard. It seemed that Hendrix was in the villa, and the main door was ajar.

Evan was watering the flowers and plants in the yard. At the sight of me, he was slightly shocked. He said, "Madam, you are back!"

I nodded, feeling somewhat awkward in my heart.

After a pause, I asked, "Didn't Hendrix come back?" I looked around the house, but I didn't see him.

"Mr. Roberts is upstairs in the study!" Evan said, "He should be looking through some documents. You can go upstairs!"

On the second floor, in the study...

Hendrix was working. He had on a pair of blackframed glasses. His movements were particularly serious and focused as he read the documents in his hand.

At this time, his visage was gentle and elegant, and he exuded a peaceful charm. He had changed into grey loungewear and had probably just taken a shower. There were still some water droplets on his dark hair. Perhaps due to his recent busy schedule, his hair had grown long across his forehead and gave him an extraordinary boyish allure.

As he was very focused, he didn't hear me when I pushed open the door to the study room. I noticed this, and I quickly tiptoed over to him.

Quietly, I put my fingertips on the back of his head when he was not paying attention.

Then, I shouted in a rough voice, "Don't move, this is a robbery!"

He let go of the document in his hand, took off his glasses, and said, "What are you going to rob from me?"

"I want both money and you!" I said and fiddled with his hair with my fingertips unscrupulously.

He turned around with the chair, stretched out to pull me into his arms, and put me on his lap. He said in a hoarse voice, "Mrs. Roberts, you can take anything you want. Just remember, before you go, take me with you."

I looked at him with a smile and reached out to hug his neck. "There are still guests downstairs, Mr. Roberts. If we make too much noise, I'm afraid that your reputation would be tarnished..."

He looked at me with a pair of dark eyes. Looking at my face, he reached out to pinch me and said, "Don't worry, he has just left."

After that, I heard the sound of an engine coming from downstairs. A car was driving away.

I was stupefied and couldn't help but ask, "Mr.

Roberts, is Evan's ability to rise to any occasion his innate talent, or an acquired skill from training?"

He raised his eyebrows and curled up his lips. "Both!"

He stretched out his hand and pressed his fingertip against my chin. He bit down on my lips and said, "You always call me 'Mr. Roberts'... Arianna, don't we have any terms of endearment for each other?" A little distressed, I said, "Hmm, what do you want me to call you? Baby? Babe? Honey? Or Hubby?"