My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)
Chapter 1153

"He's busy!" After that, he faced the computer and continued the meeting.

I was speechless.

But I still cut a portion of it and put it in front of him. "Eat!"

He raised his eyebrows. "You don't want to eat?"

"I am on a diet!" He just said that I was fat in the morning, and he still wanted me to eat these desserts.

He said to the screen, "Okay, the meeting is over."

Then he took off the headset and put it down before looking me in their eye. "What do you want to eat?"

Excuse me?

"Hendrix, I'm at work now!"

He nodded. "Yes, I'll ask Evan to send it over."

"I'm not hungry!" He was really a troublemaker.

He raised his eyebrows and stopped talking. He moved the cake in front of me and slowly tapped on the keyboard with his slender fingers. It was strange to see his movements hampered by the injury on his hand.

I opened and closed my mouth a few times but nothing came out..

A knock on the office door interrupted us. Hendrix called out coldly, "Come in!"

Andrea walked in holding a thermal lunch box in her hand. When she saw that I was there, shock twisted her features for a brief second. She looked at Hendrix, then at his hand with concern. Ignoring me, she inquired. "Hendrix, how's your hand? I brought some soup for you."

As she spoke, she walked closer to the desk and put down the lunchbox then opened it. Her actions were gentle and precise.

When Hendrix saw her, he raised his brows and said, "I'm fine, thank you!" His words were calm and indifferent.

A look of guilt and self-blame formed on Andrea's face. "It's all my fault," Andrea insisted. "I shouldn't have thrown a tantrum when you were driving. I know shouldn't have done that. I was wrong. I promise I won't do it again."

His mouth set in a hard line, he dismissed her calmly, "I'm fine!"

Andrea did not take the hint. She saw Hendrix slowly typing on the keyboard and immediately tried to coax him. "Hendrix, are you sending an email? Why don't you drink the soup and I'll send the email for you?"

Not waiting for his agreement, she approached Hendrix as she spoke and was preparing to take the keyboard from his hand when Hendrix smoothly avoided her movements before she could even touch the keyboard.

His jaw set, Hendrix said in a low voice, "This is company work. Outsiders can't intervene. It's a private matter!"

Andrea's hands froze mid-air. It took her a long while to retract her hand. A forced smile appeared on her stiff face, making her look a little strange. "That's right. It's company secrets. I shouldn't touch it. I'm sorry, Hendrix. It's my fault for not being considerate."

Hendrix said curtly, "It's fine!"

I thought with Andrea here, I could sneak back to work, but before I could take a step away, Hendrix glanced up at me and ordered, "Arianna, come and help me send this email!"

I was taken aback. "Why me? I'm not suitable and I type slow."

"It's okay. Just type what I say!" Not giving me a chance to argue, he got up from his seat and held it out for me.

I dawdled and he ended up leading me over to sit in the chair he had just vacated. Then he vocalized his email, "The Advance Tech of the Roberts Group ..."

After typing a few words, I couldn't help looking up at him. "These are all your documents. It involves the company's business secrets. I should not be doing this!"