My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)
Chapter 263

"Mrs. Roberts, shouldn't we go over and greet Mr. Roberts? He should be done talking about business with Miss Burton in a while. We can even go back with him together later!" Hilda suggested while eyeing me anxiously.

She was very careful with her choice of words. But I didn't think Andrea would ever talk business with Hendrix.

I took a few more mouthfuls of dessert, and raised my eyebrows at her, "We don't need to go to him anymore. Hendrix is already coming to us."

In just a few words, Hendrix had already come to our table. He was looking at me with furrowed brows. "You've only been discharged from the hospital. Why aren't you resting at home?"

Resting my chin on my hand, I looked in Andrea's direction. She seemed emotional, and I wondered what they talked about to have driven her up the wall.

However, it was possible that she simply didn't want Hendrix to notice me.

"Aren't you afraid that she'll be angry if you come over like this?" I narrowed my eyes at

Hendrix.

His brows still knitted, he called my name in displeasure, "Arianna."

I sat up straight, and I started to get irritated. "I can hear you perfectly. You don't have to speak so loudly," I said, and I put down the spoon in my hand. I looked at the desserts left on the table, and their tastes could no longer stimulate my appetite.

I sighed. It was such a shame to waste them.

I ignored Hendrix. Instead, I turned to Hilda and said a little apologetically, "I'm sorry, but I can't eat anymore. Can we take it away?"

Hilda glimpsed at Hendrix's sullen face, then back at me. Under such circumstances, she could only nod, "Of course! I'll have someone to pack them for us."

Then, she got up to ask the waiter to put the untouched desserts into bags.

Hendrix was still standing beside me, and it was beginning to get on my nerves. Therefore, I stood up and told Hilda, "I'll wait for you downstairs."

Hilda didn't say anything else but only nodded. It must be awkward for her to be caught between Hendrix and me.

I went downstairs and straight out of the cafe without stopping. As soon as I stepped out of the cafe, the torrid heat hit me. I found a spot under a shaded banyan tree near the door, and I stood there to wait for Hilda. A short while later, Hendrix exited the cafe, and Andrea was following behind him.

Andrea looked like she could start crying anytime.

"Why did you refuse my mom's proposal? You know that she's right! Are you willing to sacrifice your future just for a child?" Andrea choked.

Hendrix ignored her. Instead, he walked straight towards me and looked at me, "We should go. Get in the car."

"You can go ahead if you're busy. I'll wait for Hilda," With that, I glanced at Andrea. She was still behind him. And I smiled at Hendrix, "I don't think Andrea is done talking with you. Please, don't mind me. Carry on!" "Arianna!" Hendrix got a little worked up. "If you have anything to say, we'll talk at home."

I nodded earnestly, "Yes. If there's anything we need to sort out, we can proceed on the bed when we're back home. We have plenty of time for that. Meanwhile, I suggest you give your time to Andrea." "Arianna, you-" Andrea flustered. She looked at me with a red face, "You are outrageous!"

I was very confused. "Andrea, how am I outrageous? Hendrix and I are a married couple, so it was only natural for us to talk things at our home-on our bed, even. What's wrong with that? Oh, don't act like you're still an innocent maiden. You're pregnant! You should be well aware of what would happen behind closed doors, aren't you? Tell me, how is this outrageous?"

Andrea glared at me in embarrassment and annoyance. "Arianna Reid!"

"Enough!" Hendrix warned. He turned to look at Andrea and said, "I'll have Evan to take you home."

After that, he pulled me away.

While I was pulled away, I noticed Andrea's eyes were almost swollen. So, I said while trying to free myself from Hendrix's grip, "Hendrix, let go of me. Can't you see that Andrea is crying? You should go back to her."