My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)
Chapter 557

With a gentle smile, he took my plate away and helped me to cut the steak. Soon, he handed it back to me and reassured me, "Austin will handle it."

I still felt unwell after eating the steak, so I just laid in bed. However, I couldn't fall asleep anymore since I had slept too much.

Thus, I continued to read the book that I couldn't finish when I was on the plane. Meanwhile, Hendrix was on his laptop and busy with work. "Who's the murderer?" He suddenly asked as he came and sat down beside me.

I was taken aback for a moment and just stared back at him. He took the chance to hold me in his arms and trailed kisses all over my face.

I discovered that he seemed to like kissing me very much.

"I haven't finished reading yet but I'm going to right away." After speaking, I lowered my head and finished reading the last few pages.

The author did not explain who was the murderer in the end. This got me a little confused as I flipped back to the last few pages to take a good look at them again. I gazed at him and asked, "The author didn't mention who the murderer is?"

He couldn't help laughing, "It's open to your own deduction and interpretation."

"The people on the island were all dead, but the murderer hadn't appeared..." I trailed off, surprised at the result of the cogs turning in my head. Then, I came back to my senses and exclaimed, "Did the murderer fake his own death?"

He raised his eyebrows and scratched the tip of my nose, "So, you're not stupid after all!"

I was at a loss for words.

After a pause, I still didn't know who the murderer was. I looked up at him and asked, "But who could it be?"

In the end, the author of "No One Survived" did not seem to reveal the identity of the murderer.

He laughed again, "Use your brain. Who had the most access to all the resources and information?"

I pursed my lips and pushed him away, "Was it the judge?"

He nodded. His eyes gazed deeply into mine. I was a little devastated when I realized what he was asking for, "Hendrix, you..."

"We haven't done it in a long time!"

"Didn't we just do it last night...."

"It's not enough!"

I suddenly remembered that after having the vasectomy done, he needed rest. Yet he...

"Hendrix, you have to rest for a month after the operation!" After pushing him away, he circled around me like a rascal.

"I'm fine. It doesn't affect me!"

I knitted my brows and I couldn't help but raise my hand to push him away, "Are you trying to make sure that you can never do it again? Call Josiah on the phone and ask him."

He sat down beside me helplessly and called Josiah on the phone when he saw how determined I was.

After the call went through, Josiah answered, "It's midnight. What's wrong with you?"

As I was close enough, I could hear what he was saying.

Hendrix's face darkened as he asked calmly, "What will happen if we did it?"

Josiah didn't respond after hearing him. After a while he said angrily, "What are you doing in the middle of the night?"

Hendrix snorted, "What do you think I can do in the middle of the night?"

Josiah was flabbergasted.

He was not stupid, so he understood what Hendrix was talking about.

He commented defeatedly, "Can't you even hold back for a single month?"

I lowered down my gaze. My face was burning in embarrassment.

I didn't think about it at all before, but I realized this later on.

Hendrix saw that my face had turned red. He looked at his phone and answered coldly, "Cut the crap. What will happen?"

"You'll know what will happen when you feel it yourself."

Hendrix was speechless.

He paused for a while and added, "I don't feel anything!"

"Ha!" Josiah sneered.

Hendrix had lost his patience, "If there's nothing else, I'm hanging up."

"Go to the hospital for a check-up before you say I didn't remind you."

"Got it!"

After hanging up the phone, Hendrix threw the phone aside and stared at me with his dark eyes.

I didn't know what to say.

After a pause, I glimpsed at him and asked, "Did Josiah not come with you on this business trip?"

He nodded, "Someone must stay behind to watch the company."

I nodded. For a brief moment, I was dazed, "Did Uncle Trent and Aunt Kennedy have a daughter before?"