My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)
Chapter 804

He withdrew his hand. Grinning, he took out a few cash notes from his wallet, then folded and stuffed them between Rowane's cleavage.

With his utmost gentlemanly smile, he said, "This is a tip for your performance. I have a thing for cleanliness so I can't stand someone who's available for everyone's pleasure. This money is enough for you to hail a cab home."

A direct stab with a knife may only hurt one physically, but these mocking words were even more hurtful than a knife.

Rowane's face instantly turned ghostly pale.

Hendrix's words were undoubtedly categorising her as one of the wh*res from the red light district.

Her soul and self-esteem had all been trampled beneath his feet.

She looked at Hendrix; droplets of tears condensed on her curled up eyelashes and slowly fell.

Hendrix got up. He elegantly placed his wallet back into his pocket, then reached out to hold me and walked towards the exit.

A heart-rending cry sounded from behind. As I followed behind Hendrix, I turned around to see a crowd gathering around Rowane.

No matter how high-end and clean a nightclub was, there were still people hidden in the shadows lurking around. There were also people from all walks of life there.

Rowane's beauty and figure were both best of the best. Not to mention, she had bared her chest just now, so she was likely to be targeted by people.

I stopped in my tracks when we reached the exit. Hendrix stopped too and turned back to look at me.

His face didn't look as fierce as before. He raised his brows and asked, "What's wrong?"

I thought for a moment and finally said, "Hendrix, she needs someone to send her home!"

Hendrix frowned. His gaze fell on me, his face slightly darkening. He said, "Arianna, she isn't worthy of your sympathy."

I could understand why Hendrix was angry. Because Rowane's words, whether it was sarcasm or mock, had crossed Hendrix's line.

I was Hendrix's bottom line. His wrath birthed from Rowane's malice towards me.

Seeing that he was about to leave, I pulled him and said, "I'm not sympathizing with her, Hendrix.

She's an employee of the Roberts Group, an employee whom you had just commended at the annual dinner. If something happens to her, she's not just representing herself but also the Roberts Group. We just need to find someone to send her home and make sure she's safe. Nothing else matters."

Was it sympathy?

Partially.

My understanding towards Rowane was limited to the few times that we had met. If I had never heard of Eugene's previous words, perhaps I would have ignored this incident this night.

But I had indeed heard those words, hence why I felt compassion. It was natural for people to pursue Hendrix because of his perfection.

Life was a long journey, after all. As for the women around him, I believed that Hendrix knew how to deal with them better than I would.

After a long silence, Hendrix sighed and compromised. He raised his hand, beckoned to an attendant of the Emperor Club, and passed on some instructions. He then looked towards me and asked, "Is that alright?"

I nodded and grabbed him with a smile, saying, "Yes, let's go home."

In the car.

Hendrix wasn't in a hurry to start the car. Instead, he stared at me and said, "Arianna, you don't seem to be very hostile towards her?"

Startled, I reflexively asked, "Who?"

"Rowane!"

I paused and thought for a moment, then said, "Actually, it's not that I don't feel hostile towards her, it's just that I know you have me in your heart. Because I'm certain that you love me, so I know that no matter how many people are yearning for you, I won't be afraid because you'll come back."

He looked at me. His eyes bore into me as he asked, "You trust me that much?"

I nodded and looked at him with certainty. I said to him, "Hendrix, we've already been through a third of our lives; we've seen through a lot of things and came to terms with them already. It's the little things in life that matter."

He stayed silent for a long time and stopped talking. He started the car and drove without saying a single word.

I didn't think there was anything wrong with my words, but I kept feeling that he was awfully quiet.