My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)
Chapter 1612

After going around, I was still back to the starting point.

Hendrix had always cared about my safety, and that was why he had kept it from me. I was the one who owed Irvin a favor. Both Hendrix and Irvin weren't wrong.

"I'm sorry," I apologized. I couldn't bring myself to a bright smile, so I smiled bitterly, "I used to think that I owe Irvin, but now I think that I not only owe him, but his whole family. I honestly don't know how to face them anymore."

If it were not for the fact that Irvin had met me, Shirley would not have turned from a glamorous princess into a housewife, who sacrificed everything for Irvin. Although I could persuade Shirley to live a dignified life, the regret and guilt in my heart could not be erased.

Even if it was a stranger like Eunice, I could give my all to help. But when it came to Shirley, I had so many concerns that I couldn't get over my conscience. Even if Shirley and Dannie came back safely, I wouldn't have the audacity to appear in front of them.

As I thought about it, my stomach felt sick.

I subconsciously covered my mouth and nose, pushed Hendrix away, and ran to the nearest bathroom, retching in the sink.

After a while, I finally stopped vomiting. I slumped over the sink with one hand holding my lower abdomen, looking at myself in the mirror, heavily gasping.

I had been pregnant twice, so I was familiar with morning sickness. I knew very well that the IVF was successful, but I couldn't cheer up.

When I lost my first child, everyone placed the blame on me. Only Irvin was there for me. He kept me going until this day. But when Irvin was in a difficult situation several times, I chose not to interfere. I asked myself, "Can I really pretend not to know anything? Can I really continue protecting the business with Hendrix while going through pregnancy when Irvin's family is about to be destroyed?" When Hendrix walked in, his cold and noble face was reflected in the mirror. I hurriedly lowered my head and moved the hand on my lower abdomen away.

"Not feeling well?" he asked. Hendrix waited outside for a while, but he didn't see me vomiting.

"No, I'm fine." I shook my head, turned around and went straight to the bedroom. Although I didn't know how to face myself and Hendrix, I knew that I needed to get some rest for the baby.

I lay down on the bed. Hendrix sat on the edge of the bed and carefully tucked me in, saying, "I'll have our personal doctor come and check on you tomorrow."

"You decide," I said as I closed my eyes and leaned against the pillow, wanting to sleep.

The bedroom was eerily quiet. My mind was in complete darkness. I somewhat heard Hendrix's breath. It seemed that he had something to say, but he didn't say a thing in the end. He sat on the bed and stared at me for a while before getting up and exiting the room.

Hearing the sound of the door closing, I slowly opened my eyes. There was only one bedside lamp lighting up the entire big room. It seemed as if I was isolated and lonely.

Pregnant women were always sentimental. At that moment, all kinds of emotions rushed into my mind.

That was how the Granger Manor looked like when Helen had passed away, empty and silent. Irvin shouldered the responsibility of the entire family at that time. The only request he had was for me to accompany him that night so that the big house wasn't so quiet and isolated.

I dared not continue thinking for fear that I would be completely devoured by my emotions. I forced myself to close my eyes and sleep.

When I woke up, I heard Minnie knocking on the door.

"Mrs. Roberts, it's time for breakfast. Young Master Hendrix is waiting for you downstairs," she said.

Didn't Hendrix go to the company?

"Okay," I answered. Then I lifted the blanket and got out of bed to wash up.

When I arrived at the dining room, Hendrix had already started his meal with a digital tablet next to his hand, observing the trend of the stock market. I didn't say a word as I sat across from him.