My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 66

"So, you took it for granted?" he sneered as he spoke. If I weren't lying on the hospital bed, he would

undoubtedly have torn me apart. "Arianna, listen to me carefully. This is my child, you'd better take

good care of it!"

It was my first time seeing Hendrix behaving so. He seemed extremely furious, yet delighted at the

same time.

I couldn't speak. Based on his tone, the child should be fine.

Soon after, a doctor came in and explained my condition. He turned to Hendrix awkwardly and said,

"This is a very delicate stage of her pregnancy. Do try to keep yourself in check next time."

I pursed my lips and looked at Hendrix, who nodded at the doctor with an unfathomable expression on

his face.

Fortunately, nothing serious had happened to the baby. I was only bleeding due to the stress I had

been under recently.

The doctor continued briefing us on what to watch out for and then left, leaving me with Hendrix in

silence.

I knew that he was furious and had no desire to stay in the hospital any longer. Thus, I said to him,

"Hendrix, shall we go home?"

He stared at me coldly. I took a deep breath before continuing, "I haven't had dinner. I'm really hungry

now." Then, I pointed to my abdomen and looked at him while stating, "The baby is also very hungry!"

When he had remained silent for a while, I thought he'd ignore me. Nonetheless, he suddenly stood up

and asked, "What do you want to eat? I'll buy it for you."

I was stunned for a while. After the shock, I broke into a smile. I proceeded to tug at his clothes and

demanded, "I want fried chicken, grilled fish, and the noodles you cook!"

In reality, I only wanted to make him take me home. It's hard for me to stay here anymore.

He paused to look at me for a moment before uttering with a slight annoyance, "I'll handle the

discharge paperwork."

Then, his expression became serious as he warned, "You'd better stay put."

As I watched him leave the ward, I looked up and saw that the medicinal drip was almost out. Hence, I

pressed the call bell and a nurse came in shortly after. When she learned the situation, she pulled the

needle out for me.

"Do I need more medication?" I asked, desperately wishing that I could go home right away.

The nurse looked at me and replied, "No, Mrs. Roberts. Please lay down and rest for a bit."

I was stunned. How did she know that I was Mrs. Roberts?

The nurse cleaned up the medicine bottle and gazed at me with some envy, saying, "Mrs. Roberts,

your husband is so kind to you. When you were in the operating room earlier, he never left. He seemed

so anxious as he waited outside for you. For a grown man like him, he looked like a helpless kid.'¹

My mind went blank as I processed her words. Was Hendrix anxious for me? Or for the child?

"Penny for your thoughts?" Hearing the low voice, I looked up and saw that the nurse was gone.

At some point, Hendrix had entered the room. He was clutching a stack of papers and a large bag of

medicine.

"What's that?" I lowered my head to peer into the medicine bag he was carrying. He picked me up in

his arms while he answered, "Progesterone. It's prescribed for you to take it at home."

As he carried me out of the room, I frantically tried to break free of his embrace. "Hendrix, put me

down. I can walk on my own."

It was too embarrassing!

"Stay put if you want to get home." Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

Left with no choice, I was carried out of the hospital by Hendrix. It was truly mortifying.

After putting me in the car, he sat in the driver's seat and gazed at me. Then, his large figure loomed

over me as he slowly leaned in.

I was a little confused, thinking that he wanted to kiss me.

I shrank inwards and mumbled, "Hendrix, there are people outside..."

After fastening my seat belt, he lifted his gaze and glanced at me, his dark eyes gleaming. "What are

you thinking about?"