My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 5

Hearing this, Andrea was stunned and her eyes darkened. She turned back to Hendrix and tugged on

his corner of the coat. Then she whispered, "Hendrix, it's all my fault last night. I should not disturb you

and Arianna. Could you ask her to stay here and have breakfast with us? Just take it as my apology,

okay?"

I...

Well, it sure was. Someone really didn't have to try very hard. They just needed to be petty and show

weakness to get what others were longing for.

Hendrix had been indifferent to my appearance. When he heard Andrea's word, he turned to look at me

and said, "Let's eat together!"

He said in a cold and commanding tone.

Did I hurt? I was used to it.

I forced a smile and nodded, "Thank you!"

I just couldn't refuse Hendrix, not for a single time. He's the man I fell for at the first glance, I knew

there's always a place for him in my heart. Even though he didn't want it or care.

I never expected I would have the chance to have his homemade breakfast, I should felt lucky I knew.

The omelet and porridge, nothing special people would say, but it meant something to me. Because I

had always felt that a man like Hendrix was God's favorite. He was born to conquer the world, to be the

dominator, but now, he's willing to be stuck in the small kitchen and making breakfast for his beloved

one.

"Arianna, try the omelet. It's made by Hendrix himself. It's delicious. He used to make it for me when we

were together." Andrea said as she handed me a plate of omelet.

Then she sweetly handed another plate for Hendrix, "Hendrix, you promised to go to Nulens with me

today to see the flowers. You wouldn't break the appointment, right?"

"I know," Hendrix said while eating his breakfast elegantly. He had always been a man of few words,

but he seemed to respond to Andrea's every question and every request.

Josiah seemed to have gotten used to everything. She ate her breakfast gracefully, watching us like

she's totally an outsider of our story.

I looked down and couldn't help but frown. Today was Grandpa's funeral. If Hendrix left with Andrea,

the Roberts would judge...

This breakfast ended in a tense atmosphere. After a quick bite, I saw Hendrix finished eating and went

upstairs to change his clothes. I put down my chopsticks and followed him.

In the bedroom.

Hendrix knew that I was following behind and asked in an indifferent voice, "What's the matter?"

With that, he took off his clothes. His strong body was exposed to me without any cover- up. Out of

instinct, I turned my back to him and said, "Today is Grandpa's funeral!"

There was the sound of changing clothes behind me, I could even hearthat he's zipping off his pants.

Then he answered indifferently, "They have you."

I frowned, "Hendrix, he is your grandfather." Hendrix was the eldest son of the Roberts family. If he

wasn't there at this time, what would the other members of the Roberts family think?

"I've asked Evan to take care of the funeral. You can talk to him about other details." Hendrix said

coldly, as if this funeral meant nothing to him.

When I saw him walking towards the study room, I raised my voice, "Hendrix, is it that no one else

matters to you but Andrea? What is family to you?"

Hendrix stopped and turned back to look at me. His black eyes narrowed slightly. Then he said coldly,

"You have no right meddling in the Roberts' affairs yet!"

After a pause, Hendrix raised his thin lips and spat out a few words sarcastically, "You don't deserve it!"

Hearing his few words, I felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over my head. I felt a chill run

through my limbs.

I couldn't keep a smile on my face when I heard his voice leaving.

I don't deserve it!

How ironic!

Two years, I still couldn't heat up his cold heart.

"I thought you were just being cheeky, but I didn't realize you were so nosy." A mocking laugh came

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I looked back and saw Andrea leaning against the door frame with her arms folded. The innocence and

cuteness on her face had long gone, only indifference. This was her true color!