My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)
Chapter 1711

Hendrix's body stiffened when I touched him. A smile crept up from the corners of his eyes, but it only took a moment for him to regain his composure. He grabbed me by the wrist and looked at me seriously. "Can you promise me that this will be the last time?"

Of course, I was willing to do that, but I was worried that I would not be able to control my emotions, so I joked, "Don't you know that you cannot believe a woman's promise?"

"Hm?" Hendrix raised his eyebrows and looked at me as if he was thinking about the credibility of these words. He then nodded his head. "It's true. The more beautiful a woman is, the more cunning she is. You told me this before."

Seeing that he had loosened up, I became more daring. I wrapped my arms around Hendrix's neck. Then I put on a sincere expression and said, "Don't worry. Even if it's for the sake of my child, I will try my best to restrain myself, and won't make any further rash decisions."

When there was nothing to worry about, people could do whatever they wanted, but people couldn't just make hasty decisions when there was a concern. At that time, the first thing to consider was to minimize the danger one would face or avoid danger altogether.

I had dreamt of scenarios where Hendrix was the one caught in dilemmas like this. Every time I woke up, I would be drenched in sweat.

The only thing I could do now was try my best not to let those dreams come true.

Hendrix sneered and said with a faint smile, "Try your best?"

This was the type of tone he used when he got angry. I glanced at him for only a second and then realized that the situation was not good. I wanted to escape, but Hendrix grabbed my head first and tightly wrapped his other hand around my waist.

When I finally came to, I was already immersed in Hendrix's overbearing kisses. I couldn't breathe. I patted his hand a few times and begged for mercy, but he didn't respond. Hendrix didn't let go of me until I started whimpering.

"""Try your best'? There's nothing else for you to try your best at anymore. This is a lesson, remember?"

I felt wronged, resentful, and angry. I rolled my eyes at him and didn't reply.

Hendrix gloated and gave me a once- over. He didn't even try to hide the amused expression on his face as if he was watching a good show.

Suddenly, the light under the crack of the door flickered. It was clear that someone had passed by. I quickly put my hand on Hendrix's leg, indicating that he should not make a sound.

However, the black shadow seemed to have noticed something and stood still at the door, and I couldn't tell if they were eavesdropping or not.

This was not good.

There were no other large pieces of furniture in the room other than the bed and the coffee table. The bathroom had an open layout as well. If someone were to forcefully barge into the room, there was no doubt that Hendrix would be discovered immediately.

I had no choice but to ask Hendrix to leave.

After exchanging glances with each other, Hendrix's face darkened as he walked towards the window while I tiptoed towards the door. If someone pushed the door open, I could still stall them for a while.

I could feel my heart pounding. I watched Hendrix out of the corner of my eye while at the same time keeping an eye on the black shadow behind the door.

When Hendrix was about to step onto the window frame, Irvin's hoarse voice rang out from the other side of the door, "Arianna, let's talk. I know you haven't slept yet." What was going on?

Just now, Irvin hadn't wanted to talk to me, so why did he suddenly change his mind now?