My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)
Chapter 948

Hendrix raised his eyebrows and stopped talking.

On the other hand, Evan stepped forward and asked, "Where do you live, Miss Duncan? I'll take you home!"

Hendrix didn't have any more patience. He pulled me out of the room.

If I went with Hendrix at this time, I was afraid that I'd be unable to leave him from then on.

With that in mind, I couldn't help but look at Dahlia and say, "I'm merely acquainted with him! I'm not his wife."

For a moment, Hendrix frowned and tightened his arms around my body. His gaze fell on me, dark and deep. "Acquainted with me?!"

I nodded. It was probably due to the alcohol that I felt a little woozy.

When Dahlia heard this, she let out a sigh of relief. She looked at Hendrix and said, "Mr. Roberts, there's no need to be so stubborn. Besides, you don't know much about Arianna either. It's not appropriate for a man and a woman to go out together in the middle of the night. I suggest that you wait until you understand what's going on before you make your decision."

When I heard this, I felt that something was wrong. Was she helping me, or speaking poorly of me in front of Hendrix?

Either way, it was true that I couldn't leave with Hendrix now.

I increased my strength in pulling Hendrix's hand away. I didn't want to be held by him.

Anger rose in my heart, and I glared at Hendrix. "Hendrix, you..."

"Do you think I'll let go of you?" He was just behaving like a complete rogue.

I was a little pissed off. "I'll accuse you of kidnapping!" I yelled, glaring at him.

"Taking my wife home counts as kidnapping?"

For a moment, I was speechless, and my head was a little dizzy. I thought that it was the effects of alcohol. I hadn't had alcohol for some time, so my tolerance was probably poor. He pulled me along, Dahlia trying to catch up. She was stopped by Evan.

I felt weak, and let him pull me along. I couldn't help thinking that maybe I should go with him.

My mind was empty. I felt more and more uncomfortable as he took me to his car.

Leaning on the car, I closed my eyes and stopped talking. Then, I fell asleep.

A phone rang, and I couldn't help frowning. I reached out for it but heard Hendrix's voice. "She's drunk. She's sleeping."

When I opened my eyes, I saw that he was holding the steering wheel with one hand and holding the phone with the other hand, looking at the road ahead.

How could he pick up another person's call so casually? I only saw him saying 'Yes' before he hung up the phone.

Putting the phone next to me, he seemed to realize that I'd woken up. He was a little surprised, but calmly asked, "Are you uncomfortable?"

I shook my head. Things looked blurry and my body was weak, but my consciousness was still clear.

"Where are you taking me?" Looking at the flashing scenery, we were probably still in Asherton. He didn't have a house in Asherton, so he must be bringing me to a hotel. He raised his eyebrows. "If you don't feel well, just close your eyes for a while."

I pursed my lips. My brain was reminiscing the past, when I first married him. I was persistent and stupid then, and I did a lot of absurd things. I couldn't help but laugh.

He frowned and looked at me. "What are you laughing at?" "When I graduated from college, I planned to go back to Hovell with my grandmother. In fact, I didn't have any plans for my own life. I just wanted to be with my grandmother and find a 9 to 5 job in a small town. It sounded good."

I laughed self-deprecatingly, not knowing why. "I didn't think that my grandmother would ask Master Roberts to betroth me to you. After we got married, it seemed that my life was all tied up with you. At that time, I thought it was too much of a blessing, so I inevitably felt that I couldn't match up to you. I begged Master Roberts to let me work for the Roberts Group. It didn't matter even if I was just a waitress! I felt that if I worked hard enough, I could climb up to your level, to be worthy of you."

"When I first entered the company, I was asked by my supervisor to accompany customers to drink, because my position was low at the time. I didn't want to go, but I felt that if I refused, how long would it take for me to climb up the ranks? I didn't even know how to drink alcohol, then, so I blindly kept going with those higher-ups I didn't know, drinking one glass after another."