My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 12

Hendrix wore a suit. We pulled at each other like this for such a long time, so his suit was wrinkled. He

had thrown his coat on the floor, and his white shirt was unbuttoned. I snapped awake when I saw him

start to unbuckle his belt. I had a baby in my belly, I couldn't do this!

While he was unbuckling his belt, I pushed him out of bed. Then I pulled the quilt and wrapped it

around my body. I looked at him and said, "Hendrix, you're drunk."

After that, I went out of the bedroom directly.

I left the villa after I changed my clothes. I was afraid that if I stayed here, I wouldn't be able to keep the

baby.

I could only look for Monique Caulfield because I didn't know how to deal with all the issues that

happened recently. Indeed, they were just too much to bear.

It was at the Telepathy Bar.

The place was not crowded since it was still quite early. Monique ordered me a cup of cocktail, "Why

are you here at this hour? Anything happened?"

Looking at the hot pole dance on the stage, with the combination of the earsplitting music and screams,

I shook my head slightly while putting down the cocktail that I had just sipped, "It's nothing, I just want

to see you."

"Did Hendrix bully you again?" Monique was a little speechless. "If you really couldn't take it anymore,

you should have just divorced him now. With your good-looking appearance and figure, I bet you can

find any type of man you prefer. You shouldn't just stay with a heartless guy for the rest of your life.

Aren't you tired?"

Monique had always been straightforward and outspoken. We were close- knit who get along

swimmingly and had been through thick and thin. She was unperturbed that she couldn't stand my dilly-

dally with Hendrix.

When I handed her the ultrasound report in my bag, I felt a little helpless, "No man would accept me

with the presence of this burden, despite having a beautiful figure."

She snatched the ultrasound report from my hand and looked at it carefully. Her eyes widened as she

looked at me, "It has been 6 weeks? Didn't Hendrix and you have no sex before? How did you get a

baby?"

"Do you still remember the day when I was drunk last month and Hendrix came to pick me up?" I said

as I grabbed back the report from Monique's hand.

She widened her eyes in surprise and dumfounded. After a while, she asked, "So, what is your plan

now?" ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

I shook my head. At this point, I was also clueless.

"Just abort the fetus then!" Monique said, "Both Hendrix and you are not birds of a feather. Also, his

grandpa has gone now and something bad will happen sooner or later if you choose to keep the child.

It's better to go for an abortion and divorce with Hendrix. The journey of life is long, and you shouldn't

constraint yourself and love only one person for the rest of your life."

I was a little distracted, and as I watched the bar get more crowded, I turned to Monique, "Go ahead to

entertain the guests. I'll just stay here for a moment."

Seeing that I didn't even listen to any of her words, she rolled her eyes at me and changed my cocktail

to juice.

It was late at night, and the bar was bustling with people. Monique was busy, and she had no time to

talk to me. I found a corner and sat there in a daze.

It was a moment of despair as I watched the men and women moving around under the bright lights of

the city.

Something happened in the bar but I was too stunned to react for a moment. The shrieking and yelling

of men and women brought me to my senses again.

It was then that I realized there were gangsters in the bar, who were surrounding Monique to cause

trouble. Many customers had left, and the loud music had also been turned off.

The corner that I was sitting at was not easy to be seen as the lights were dim. I saw Monique was

surrounded by few hooligans, all with sticks in their hands.

It was obvious that they were here to cause trouble. Monique however looked at them with a calm

expression, "Are you here to cause trouble or to have fun?" "I'm here to make trouble. Hey girls, why

not just play with us if you have the guts?" The leading gangster spoke out and he reached out to touch

Monique's face with a smirk.

"Bang!" Before the pervert could touch Monique, I smashed him by using the cup with orange juice in

my hand.

Suddenly being hit in the hand, the thug covered his arm in pain and he shouted, "Who the hell hit

me?!"

"It's me!" I got up from my seat and walked towards them. I looked at Monique and she was worried

about me, "Huh? Why are you still here?"

I was speechless. It seemed that Monique thought that I had already left.

I rolled my eyes at her and said, "I got nowhere to go though."

"Stupid!" Monique threw me a word before guarding me behind and she whispered, "When we fight

later, you should find a chance to slip away."

Knowing that she was worried about me, I didn't say much. I just looked at the ruffian who was

smashed just now and said, "Is it appropriate for a few men to bully a young woman?"