My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 282

Both of us came out of the elevator when it reached the floor. With his eyebrows cocked, Josiah

pointed in a direction and said, "Hendrix's office is at the end of the corridor. You can go alone, I still

have other things to do."

I nodded and said, "Alright, thank you!"

"You're welcome." he simply nodded.

Then, Josiah walked off and returned to his office while Minnie and I walked along the corridor together.

Minnie looked at me and whispered, "Arianna, the lady at the front desk shouldn't stay in the company."

"I won't be meddling in the company's affairs. It's none of my concern whether she's staying or not. You

shouldn't think about this anymore."

We stopped at the front of Hendrix's office. I raised my hand to knock on the door, but no one

responded. So, I pushed on the door.

The door wasn't locked, and it was barely closed. So, I opened it only with a slight push.

There was no one in the office. Minnie put the muffins on the table in the guest sitting area,

and she looked at me. "I have something to do elsewhere, then I'll wait for you downstairs. You spend

some time and talk with Master Hendrix, okay?"

I nodded, thinking that she must have something to buy.

I didn't wait long before Hendrix returned to his office, and Andrea followed behind him. He was

confused when he saw me, and he asked, "When did you come?"

"About an hour ago," And most of it I spent at the lobby stuck at the reception desk. I actually only

came to the office shortly before. But Hendrix didn't need to know that.

His eyebrows raised, he walked over to me and tugged a strand of loose hair to the back of my ear. He

asked, "Why didn't you call me to let me know?"

I looked up and glanced at Andrea, who was dressed in branded clothes. Shifting my gaze back to

Hendrix, I said lightly, "I did, but Miss Burton said you were in a meeting."

He frowned immediately when he heard that. He turned to look at Andrea with a darkened face, and

asked in a clipped tone, "Who gave you the permission to use my phone?"

Noticing that he was angered, Andrea's face turned pale. "Hendrix, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to answer

your call. It rang several times, so I thought it was urgent, and I picked it up. I didn't expect it to be

Arianna..."

I waited until Andrea finished to cock my eyebrows and said thoughtfully, "I only made one call and it

was picked up immediately." Then, I turned to Hendrix and smiled rather coldly, "Looks like someone

here has a lot of phone calls."

Hendrix frowned, "Watch what you're saying!" Then, he glanced at Andrea in a straight face and said

coldly, "It's almost noon. Call Austin to take you home."

Andrea was displeased. She took a glimpse at me and spoke in reluctance, "But Hendrix, my dad

asked you to send me back!"

Hendrix's brows never stopped furrowing. He rebuked, "Am I your driver?"

Andrea's face was ashen. She had no word to say for herself.

Feeling misjudged, her eyes rimmed red with tears. "You know that's not what I meant!"

"That's what I understand," Hendrix had been upping his game on his riposte skill.

If I were Andrea, I would have lost it and gave up on him a long time ago.

Andrea crossed her arms, her hands were so tightly clenched in fists that I was certain that her nails

were digging into her flesh. Tears began to swell up in her eyes, and she said, "Then I'll come to see

you again tomorrow."

As she spoke, she walked away, but she was turning her head to look at Hendrix every few steps she

took. She might be waiting for him to stop her. NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.

I held my chin and watched the scene unfold. Then, when she was gone from the office, I looked at

Hendrix and said, a little sardonically, "The front desk said your fiancee comes to see you every day. It

certainly looked that way. Maybe I should go home and make preparations for you to marry your

fiancee?"

He was bewildered, and he repeated, "Fiancee?"

"Yes!" I suddenly felt an ache in my arms. I extended one of my arms to Hendrix, and he began to

massage it without being prompted.

I nodded and added, "She told me she's going to marry her baby's daddy, and since she comes here

so frequently... It doesn't make sense if you're not her fiance."

Hendrix's face fell. He quirked his eyebrows at me and asked, "And you believe it?"

"I don't think it matters if I believe it," I replied flatly. I wasn't in the mood to quarrel with him.

Hendrix noticed my dispirit, and he took his cell phone out to call a number. Being so near to him, I

could hear the person on the other end of the line as clear as a bell.