My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)
Chapter 283

It was Evan. "Yes, Mr. Roberts?"

"Fire the girl at the front desk and put her on our blacklist," he said coldly. Then, he thought of something and continued, "Next time, don't simply let anyone come up to my floor without my permission." Evan was a little confused, "Who, Mr. Roberts?"

"Andrea," Hendrix said, and he was ready to hang up the phone.

Evan might have sensed it, so he hurriedly said, "But Miss Burton always comes with Mr. Shelley. I don't think I can stop her-"

His brows furrowed, Hendrix cut Evan short, "Then you should come up with something to solve it."

After that, he hung up. He then looked upwards at me and asked, "How do you think I handled this?"

I nodded in approval, "Simple and rough."

He asked, "Are you satisfied with it?"

The corner of my lips twitched. "It's none of my business."

Not wanting to listen to what he had to say next, I picked up a muffin from the table and put it in his hand. I changed the subject, "Minnie said you'd be very happy if you knew that I made these." He looked at the muffin in his hands, then his eyes fell on me. "Well, did you?"

"I helped only a little," I shrugged. Frankly, Minnie and Heather had done most of the works. "Pouring the batter into the muffin liners and whatnot."

Hendrix smiled, apparently expecting my lack of participation in the baking process. "It looks a little ugly, but it should taste good."

Hearing his comment, I scoffed.

He was purely messing with me. My pouring skill-admittedly not very good-didn't play a role in the muffins' appearance.

It was already afternoon, and in a few more hours, it would be time to get off work. Minnie called to say that she would go back to South Hill Villa first. She also asked me to wait for Hendrix and go back with him after work.

Knowing that Minnie wanted to create an opportunity for Hendrix and me to spend time together, I agreed to it.

Hendrix didn't like desserts, so naturally, he only took a few bites of the muffin and put it down. I didn't say much about his behavior. Instead, I leaned on the sofa and raised my phone to my eyes. However, before I saw anything on the screen, it was taken away. Hendrix kept it in his pocket and nagged, "Stop looking at the phone so much. It's not good for your eyes."

"Then what can I do? Look at you?" If I weren't allowed to look at my phone, there was nothing else I could do. Besides, I was still upset from the argument earlier. So, I couldn't stop myself from making snarky remarks whenever Hendrix said anything.

I was expecting him to be irked. Instead, he laughed, "Well, I mean, I don't mind. Look at me all you want."

I rolled my eyes at him and said indifferently, "I think Andrea would love to look at you. I'm not interested."

"Are you still angry?" He asked, pulling me into his arms. Then, he sighed, "There are too many people in the company, and people will talk. You shouldn't take everything to heart."

I taunted, "So you knew the gossip from the beginning, but you just let it be? If I didn't come today, you'll just let it spread, won't you? You like it, didn't you? Your wife and mistress are pregnant at the same time! Who knows, if you're lucky. You might get a son and a daughter! It'll be a win-win situation for you!"

Realizing that I was getting aggressive, he pinched the bridge of his nose. "If I hadn't known, I'd think it's true. But why don't you use that imaginative brain of yours and think it through?"

I snorted, "About what? Think about how you are on Andrea's bed?"

It crossed his line. His face fell, and he said, "As I said before, there's nothing between Andrea and me. Why can't you let this go?"

I wasn't happy to hear his words either. "How am I going to let it go if you're letting her come and go as she wishes in your company? You even let the employees think that she's your fiancee! And now you're telling me that nothing is going on between the two of you? Hendrix, are you lying to yourself or lying to me? Do you think I would believe it?"

He was looking at me all the while I was venting out my anger on him. Then, he suddenly smiled sardonically and said, "Oh, so Aaron can call you at inappropriate times, talk about the memories you had together, and send you fruits. But you can't stand it when all Andrea does is only showing up by my side?"

I didn't expect that he would bring Aaron up, and I couldn't hold the pending anger in my heart any longer. I stood up abruptly to get out from his arms, but I almost tripped on my own feet and lost my balance. Hendrix reached out to grab me out of instinct, but I pushed him away. "Stay away from me!"