My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)
Chapter 1581

Perhaps that was the tacit understanding after ten years of being together. Although he tried his best to hide it, I could still notice his slight change in mood.

"Are you in trouble?" I poured a glass of water and placed it in front of him.

Hendrix paused for a moment. Then, in the blink of an eye, he returned to normal as if nothing had happened. His expression was calm as he said, "It's just a small problem. A subordinate made a stupid mistake, and it's been solved."

I wasn't sure how small his problem was to have him lose his temper.

But he wasn't telling the truth. I could tell he was lying because his voice always sounded different when he did so.

Freya was right. Hendrix was really in trouble.

"Hendrix." I placed a hand on his thigh and said softly, "Regarding GW Group's shares and financial matters, are you really in such a rush?"

Hendrix turned to look at me with a surprised and complicated look in his eyes. "Did someone tell you anything?"

There were no emotions in his words, but I became guilty and panicked. Finally, I lowered my head to avoid his gaze and tried to act casual. "No, I was just asking. Why do you think..."

I felt that I w+as getting better and better at lying to him. I did not know how I had the courage to look up at him with a serious expression. "I mean, you're busy enough now, and we have to prepare for the pregnancy. If you're busy with the company's financing at this time, can you still take care of our family and protect me?"

There was no other way. I couldn't possibly betray Freya and tell him that she looked down on him and thought he was power-hungry, so I could only think of another excuse.

Moreover, that was also the truth. The people around him were all busy with their own careers after they had their own families. Hendrix had no trustworthy people around him. He supported the whole Roberts Group alone. He didn't even have the time to sleep, so I was really afraid that Hendrix's body would collapse before long.

Hearing that, Hendrix's tensed face instantly relaxed and he let out a leisurely smile. "You don't trust me?"

"It's not that," I murmured to myself. "I'm just a little worried."

Hendrix put down his cutlery and leaned in close to me. He laughed maliciously, saying, "You know, you can easily arouse men's desire to protect you when you're behaving this way. I think I might be facing another small but troublesome problem like yesterday."

Small but troublesome problem. He deliberately dragged on and emphasized his tone!

Men!

I turned to glare at him. "Hendrix, be serious!"

I was having a serious conversation with him, but Hendrix didn't take it seriously. Instead, he stretched out a hand and leaned against the sofa with his chin resting on his palm. He fixed his gaze on me with an ambiguous expression on his face and replied, "I'm behaving very seriously. Please tell me what you want, Mrs. Roberts."

Because of heating in his office, Hendrix only had on a shirt. The top two buttons were undone. When he leaned against the sofa like that, the shirt was lifted to reveal the copper-tanned skin hidden below, making him look sexier.

I subconsciously swallowed and turned away. "We' re at the office. Mind your image!"

"What should I do? What should I take note of?"

There was a hint of mischief in Hendrix's tone. I held onto my patience and quickly calmed down, putting on a solemn expression and prepared to let him know the seriousness of the matter. "Take note of..." I turned my head, but Hendrix's dashing face was right in front of me, and the rest of the sentence got caught in my throat.

He raised the corners of his mouth into a smile and slightly narrowed his black eyes. When Hendrix breathed, the warm air blew onto my face, and my mind was in a state of chaos. In an instant, I had forgotter what I wanted to say.