My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 8

Kennedy gave me a snort of sarcasm, "What an ungrateful b*stard, dad had put so much attention on

him for nothing."

"Stop that, Kennedy!" Trent glared at her. He could not help but consoled me, "It's getting late and your

grandpa had rested in peace. So it's time for you to go home."

"Okay. Thank you, Uncle." Trent and Kennedy were both in their late fifties. They had no child but at

least they lived a peaceful life with the shares of Roberts Group.

Although Kennedy had a sharp tongue, after all she was still a kind-hearted one. The couple had led a

life that was too good for people to be envious of them.

As they walked away, I stood in front of Grandpa's gravestone in absent- minded. Now that Grandpa

had passed away and perhaps this marked the end of the relationship between Hendrix and me.

Everything was temporary in this life. Everything faded away when the time came, and before I knew it,

it was all gone, and so did our relationship.

"Grandpa, take care. I'll come and visit you after some time." Standing in front of the gravestone, I took

a deep bow. Before I managed to get off, I was taken by complete surprise.

When did Hendrix arrive?

Hendrix was dressed in black, and his face was gloomy and cold. He was standing not far away from

me in his tall figure, and his eyes fell on the gravestone. As usual, his expression was deep enough for

me to figure out his emotion at the moment.

As I turned to him, he shifted his gaze and ordered in his low and deep voice. "Let's go!"

Was Hendrix...here to pick me up?

As he was about to leave, I quickly stopped him, "Hendrix, Grandpa has passed away. So you should

let go of the past, and you know that he had done much for you in the past."

He stared at me with his cold eyes and I was at a loss for words.

I thought he would blow a fuse, but it turned out that he had just left without saying a word. Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

Hence, I followed him out. The sky was getting darker, and the driver who was supposed to send me

back had already left when Hendrix came here.

I had no choice but to go back with him. He started the car engine as soon as I got in. The journey was

eerily quiet, so I forced myself to ask about Andrea's condition. However, I held back my words every

time I saw his gloomy face.

After some time, I forced myself to ask, "How's Andrea?" I was not the one who pushed her, but after

all, it happened in front of me.

"Shriek..." The inertia pushed my body forward as the car came to a halt. Before I could react, I was

pushed to the seat with his body on me, and it was too hard that I could not even make a single move.

Hendrix stared at me in his eyes, they were sharp and cold. I could sense that something bad was

going to happen. I curled my body up and tried to explain myself, "Hendrix..."

"What do you wish to hear?” He mocked in his cold shivering voice, "Arianna, do you think I would not

divorce you since you have the box from Grandpa?"

The words hit me sharply and sent shivers down my spine. He already knew the presence of the box

only after a few hours of me receiving it. What else on the earth that he was unaware of?

"I didn't push her." I finally managed to express my feeling. Looking deep into his eyes, I sneered,

"Hendrix, I don't even know what's inside the box, and I have never thought of using it to delay our

divorce. Well, if you insist to divorce, fine! I agree with that, let's get our divorce certificate done

tomorrow."

The sky was completely dark now. I could hear the pitter- patter of the rain strumming against the

windows as the atmosphere turned cold and quiet.

Hendrix was startled as it was out of his expectation that I would agree to divorce now. The next

moment, he smirked on his thin lips, "Andrea is still lying in the hospital, are you planning to avoid the

responsibility by making this agreement?"

"What do you expect from me?" That's right, Andrea was still lying in the hospital and I was the reason

behind that. How could he easily let this off?

"Go and take care of her from tomorrow onwards." Hendrix fixed his position and put his hand on the

steering wheel. His gaze shifted from me and he

stared out.