My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)
Chapter 858

When I got out of the store, I couldn't hear anything else. I carried my shopping bags and sighed.

By the time I went to KFC, Hendrix and Rowane were no longer there.

Perhaps they had to leave first, so it was a lie to say that I was not disappointed. I had to comfort myself by saying that they were working and that it was nothing.

I didn't drive to the mall, and it was inconvenient to go to Nerissa's place at night, so I took a taxi back to the villa.

It was already late and dark when I arrived home.

After Fiona finished cooking, she left some reminders and left in a hurry.

I looked for Anne and she was playing in her room after having her dinner. When she saw me, she called out, "Mom!"

Then, she continued playing with her toys.

I didn't bother her and I returned to the bedroom. I thought that Hendrix wasn't at home.

As I opened the door, a cold voice sounded.

There was a hint of anger in his voice as he said, "Why didn't you pick up the phone?"

I froze and found that my phone was turned off. "My phone died," I explained.

As he stood at the balcony, his slender and straight back looked a little cold and stern.

He slowly turned back at me and asked coldly, "What did you do just now?"

"I went to buy something." I lifted the box in my hand and looked up at him with a slight smile, "I bought you some clothes. They're a little different from your usual style."

He looked at me and narrowed his eyes. I reckoned that perhaps he was mad at me for forgetting the time and for wandering around the mall.

I said, "Don't you want to try the clothes on? I paid with your card!"

He looked at me, and his cold eyebrows relaxed. He said tiredly, "No, you should go to bed early."

The more I looked at him, the more confused I became. I couldn't help asking, "Hendrix, can we talk?"

He stood where he was and did not turn his head around. Only the bedside lamp in the bedroom was switched on, and it was somewhat dim.

"What do you want to talk about?"

I pursed my lips, put the bags of clothes in my hand down and said, "Am I not good enough for you? Is that why you're angry? If so, you can tell me about my flaws, and I will improve myself." He turned to look at me with anger appearing on his face, "No, you're doing a good job. You're absolutely flawless."

He was obviously mad at me.

I pursed my lips and asked, "Hendrix, don't you think that we're not like a couple now?"

"Is that so?" He asked mockingly. "What do you think a husband and wife should be like? We've been together for so many years. It's time for us to reach a conclusion for that."

I stood rooted to the ground. The conversation had become meaningless. I didn't want to speak anymore. Perhaps, the silence was more meaningful than a conversation.

He looked back at me and stayed quiet. If we chose to be silent when faced with problems, it wouldn't be long before we strayed further.

After a pause, I said, "I cut my hair."

"Hmm," He replied. The anger in his voice seemed to have subsided as he said, "I'm not blind!"

"I covered the scar. It's not noticeable anymore so it's okay."

He looked up and glared at me, "Is it alright just because you covered it?"

He suppressed his anger and said, "Arianna, do you think that just because you don't mention the problem, you can just pretend to ignore it?"

I opened my mouth wide and was rendered speechless for a moment, "I..."

"Just go to bed. We don't have to talk about it," he spoke harshly and immediately left the bedroom.

I stared at the bag on the floor for a long time, then pursed my lips and went to bed.

As expected, I couldn't fall asleep as I stared at the ceiling for a long time.