My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 95

I wanted to strangle Sawyer so much, but I managed to resist the temptation. "I still have a day's time

tomorrow. I will try to finish my work in the morning so that I can keep you company for the rest of the

day!"

"Okay, then I'll wait for tomorrow!" Monique said and then she hung up the phone.

The taxi stopped near the hotel's entrance. I paid the driver and helped Sawyer get out of the car. It

was then when I saw a steep flight of staircases leading to the hotel's front door.

The design of this five-star hotel was too weird. Why must it have that many steps?

Begrudgingly, I had no choice but to slowly help Sawyer up one step at a time. I was lucky that I was on

my flat-heeled shoes, or else the situation could be worse.

Halfway through, my phone rang in my bag. When I reached my hands out for it, somehow Sawyer had

also drunkenly placed his hands on my waist.

Out of instinct, I shoved him away fiercely, forgetting that we were still on a flight of staircases and a

tragedy happened.

Sawyer somehow rolled down the staircases like a perfectly shaped sphere.

I was so shocked that I froze for a long time. It was not until the security guard went to help him that I

came back to my senses. I said hurriedly, "Send him to the hospital!"

I had no clue whether it was common for a drunkard like him to fall often.

With the help of the security guards, things went smoothly after we sent Sawyer to the hospital. Upon

preliminary assessment, it was found that Sawyer sustained a minor injury to his head, but he was fine

overall. He just needed to be monitored closely in the hospital over the next few days.

After waiting what seemed like an entire day, the alcohol in Sawyer's body had still not dissipated. It

was difficult for doctors to tell whether or not he sustained any brain injuries. They just had to wait for

him to wake up the next morning.

After the doctors bandaged his wounds, I had to stay back in the hospital because they required

someone to watch over Sawyer.

It was midnight when Monique called. I had almost dozed off in the corridor chairs of the hospital by NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

then.

After picking up the phone, I could hear Monique's drunken voice from the other end, "Arianna, want to

go shopping?"

I looked at the time and saw that it was already midnight. I yawned and sat up straight. "Monique,

where are you?"

She must have gone drinking alone again.

"Nulens Avenue, let's go shopping together!" It was getting more apparent that Monique had drunk too

much.

I was almost impressed by her boldness to drink alone despite arriving in a foreign city. However,

Sawyer was still on an IV drip and I just couldn't leave.

I then accompanied Monique over the phone for a while before hanging up. Then, I dialed Josiah's

number.

"Hello!" Josiah picked up the phone. His voice sounded like he was awoken from his sleep.

I said embarrassedly, "Doctor Saunders, can you do me a favor? My friend is at Nulens Avenue and

has drunk too much. I can't leave where I am at the moment. Can you help pick her up?"

After a brief silence, Josiah said, "Ok, text me her phone number. I'll be right there!"

I breathed a sigh of relief and thanked him several times. Then I hung up the phone and sent

Monique's phone number to Josiah.

After tossing and turning for a while, I managed to get some rest in the hospital's corridor.

The next day.

Sawyer woke up from the hospital bed and asked me puzzlingly, "Why am I in the hospital?"

I smiled embarrassingly. "You fell over after drinking too much so I had to send you here."

He frowned. "Did I fall over myself?"

I nodded, trying to suppress my inner guilt.

He suddenly grinned and looked at me. "Arianna, I clearly remember that it was you who pushed me

down. Why the guilt after you've done it?"