My Pretty Sweetheart novel Chapter 117

"It's nothing!" I shook my head. I didn't eat anything at the dinner party, so naturally, I felt a little hungry. I looked at Minnie and asked, "Is there anything to eat at home?"

"Yes, yes!" As she spoke, she ran into the kitchen and came out with a pot of stewed eggs and chicken.

I was a little surprised. I looked up at Minnie and said, "Minnie, it's midnight now. What's the deal with these dishes..."

It was amazing that it could still be warm at this time.

She smiled and said, "Master Hendrix called and told me that you didn't eat anything at the party, and that you would be hungry when you return."

Confused, I didn't know what to think for a brief while.

Who did he actually care about? The child or me?

Muffling sounds of pain could be heard from outside. Minnie served me a bowl of rice, still worried about Hendrix, "I think we should call the police."

I shook my head and chewed slowly, "There's no need forthat."

The two of them were evenly matched; they wouldn't die just from fighting each other.

About half an hour later, there was no more movement outside. Then, someone started up the car engine, and Hendrix came in a few minutes later.

I had already finished my meal by then. Noticing that my belly was indeed a lot bigger than before, I made a mental note that I should go to the hospital the next day for the maternity checkup.

"Oh, lord!" Minnie was cleaning up in the kitchen and had been paying attention to the situation outside. So, as soon as Hendrix came in, she rushed over to check his state.

I was sitting on the sofa and looked over. There were bruises and bits of blood on Hendrix's handsome face, but he was still standing upright. Overall, he was fine.

Minnie hurried away to look for some ointments to treat him. I looked away from Hendrix after I had assessed his initial state. When Minnie was back to the living room, I stood up and casually said, "It's quite late. I'll call it a night now."

Minnie opened her mouth, but she didn't say anything.

I went up the stairs, ignoring Hendrix's deep gaze.

On some things, the more I took the initiative to get close to him, the cheaper I seemed. I hid some things from him, but would it matter? He always did the same to me.