My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)
Chapter 1743

I avoided him and looked around, afraid that there would be any lingering reporters. If they happened to encounter us, I did not know how many troubles would happen.

After confirming that there were only the two of us around, I replied, "Sebastian was afraid that I would die, and he would not be able to threaten you if I did. What does it have to do with acting? Wait, did you just say I was being obvious?"

Hendrix shrugged his shoulders without saying yes or no. "You could almost compete with that woman, Stephanie Simpson."

I gasped, "You mean that you've seen through that woman's identity at a glance?"

"Is it that difficult?" Hendrix asked matter-of-factly.

Looking at his firm demeanor, I was completely speechless.

Even Hendrix could see it. Didn't this mean that Freya understood even more? She had a strong radar for pretentious, scheming women, after all.

Then, why would she act as if nothing had happened...

If that was the case, how could Hendrix not realize that about Andrea back then? Perhaps this thing was only indiscernible to those who were involved.

I hoped so, or it would be too cruel to Freya.

"It's late. Let's head back. It's time for you to take your medicine," Hendrix reminded me.

I was immersed in the anger of Freya being cheated on. I remembered everything I had to suffer through because of Andrea, and when I looked at Hendrix again, there was more dissatisfaction in my eyes. "You saw through it, but you still helped Zachary Holt cover it up. Are all men like this? Do you like to work together on these things?" I questioned.

Hendrix frowned and looked at me helplessly while saying, "You didn't tell Freya either, did you?"

Fine, I gave him a pass.

"But back then, didn't you also feel that there was no problem with Andrea's intimacy with you?" I suddenly had an impulse to cry.

In those two years, I was unable to rest from the torture of love, and there was always a knot in my heart.

Hendrix's eyes suddenly darkened. "If I had known that I would fall in love with you, I wouldn't have given you any chance to be sad."

Seeing the warmth in his eyes, I bit my lower lip. I wanted to cry, but my heart was warm.

Indeed, humans were different from each other. Hendrix had always been faithful to me despite everything. Zachary had trampled his love to pieces in his carnal desire.

"Can we go home now?" Hendrix lowered his voice.

"You can go first. I want to visit Freya's house," I said while suppressing my tears.

"Freya doesn't need your concern right now," Hendrix said. "She could hold back even when seeing her rival strutting around in her company. This is for the sake of her pride. Are you visiting her to see her make a fool of herself?"

I shouted, "I'm not!"

He explained, "You don't want to, but you will if you do this. Don't trample over her pride. Let's just go back, the time for your injection is coming soon."

I looked at Hendrix and suddenly felt a little confused. "I thought you would understand Zachary better. I didn't expect you to empathize so much with Freya."

"Is it strange?" he asked.

"What do you think?" "I don't find it strange." Hendrix walked to the elevator and pressed the button. "You're my wife, and Freya is your friend. Zachary isn't. Do I need to elaborate?"

As soon as he spoke, the elevator door opened with a chime. Hendrix looked up and raised his head. Then, he made a gentlemanly gesture. "After you, Mrs. Roberts."