My Pretty Sweetheart novel Chapter 1170

There was a saying that couples usually argued over finances. But in reality, as long as two people were in a relationship, there were bound to be arguments stemming from impulsive words...

Hendrix tried to restrain his anger. He then said in a calm manner, "Is it because I didn't come back to have dinner with you?"

I smiled indifferently and said, "Not at all. It's just a meal. I'm just bored and want to do it for fun. At the same time, I can practice my cooking skills. Irvin has been ill these days, so he needs to have some nutritious food to build up his health."

What I said was true, but that wasn't the main reason.

His face suddenly darkened, and his handsome face was filled with rage. He glared at me with his gloomy eyes, "Huh, alright, I must have thought too much. I forgot that you're so concerned about him. So, why are you back tonight? Don't you need to care for him?"

His words sounded a little sarcastic. I pursed my lips and said, "Well, thanks for reminding me about it. I will go to the hospital right away." If I stayed in the villa, I'd just continue to argue with

him. Therefore, it would be better if I go to the hospital to care for Irvin.

Hendrix grabbed my wrist hard and said with suppressed anger, "Arianna, have you forgotten that you're a wife and mother? Now, you're running off to another man in the middle of the night! Don't you even have any basic ethics as a wife?"

I tried to break free from his grasp, but I couldn't.

In the end, I cried out, "What ethics? Mr. Roberts, this is a modern world. Can you not be so old-fashioned? You have no right to make me follow any of your so-called ethics, okay?"

He frowned. It was obvious that he was not pleased with what I just said.

"Arianna, how on earth did Andrea offend you? Why can't you just tolerate her?"

"Pfft!" I sniffed. Looking at him, I couldn't help but mock him, "Mr. Roberts, are you saying that I should share my life with her?"

I couldn't help continuing, "Yes, Mr. Roberts, you are a man and naturally want a harmonious relationship between your wife and your mistress. You can rest assured. Tomorrow, I will bring Miss Burton here. I will move out of the master bedroom since you adore her so much. Both of you can share that bed, and that would make you a more intimate couple!"

With that, I turned and trotted upstairs. I almost fell backwards as my wrist was once again grasped by him tightly.

With a horrible malicious look in his black eyes, he growled, "So that's what I am in your heart? You are willing to hand me over to another woman so easily and even let her sleep on our bed? Should I be grateful to you now? Or compliment you for your consideration?"

I took a deep breath as the cramps throbbed again. He gripped me so hard that I felt more pain. "Isn't this what you want? Or perhaps I'm in your way if I continue to live here? Fine, I can move out."

Hendrix suddenly laughed. His laugh was carefree, gentle, and calm, but the words that he spoke next were really harsh and unreasonable.