My Pretty Sweetheart novel Chapter 1387

He pursed his lips and slicked back my hair. "It's a morning flight," he said. "Hurry up."

By the time I finished gargling, he had gotten my hair nicely combed. I turned around and looked in the mirror. It looked rather decent. I glanced at him and raised my eyebrow. "How many times have you practiced?" I asked.

He lifted his gaze to look at me and grabbed a piece of tissue paper to wipe off the toothpaste at the corner of my lips. "This is the first time," he said smilingly. "I'm not skilled enough. I guess I can improve with further practice. But it seems that you're kind of pleased with it. Well, I guess I'm talented then."

I chuckled. I walked out of the bathroom and made my way to the dressing table. Other than skincare products, he had packed all my essential belongings. He had even put the luggage in the car. As he saw me putting on some make-up, he raised his eyebrows at me questioningly. "Why the sudden mood to put on make- up though?" he asked.

It was not make-up. I was merely applying some lipstick and filling in my brows. I turned around to find him putting his arms around me. "I'm going out with the great Mr. Roberts," I said. "I should pay attention to my image, shouldn't I?"

He cracked a smile and grabbed hold of my hand. "You' re naturally beautiful," he said. "You don't need make- up. Pregnant ladies shouldn't be wearing too much make-up. It's not good. You should change these products."

I glanced at the cosmetics on the dressing table. They were all high-quality plant-based products. I looked at him and said, "There's no need to change. They're safe for pregnant ladies. Don't you ever change my products without my permission. Otherwise, you’ll be dead meat."

He had the habit of changing my clothes and cosmetics whenever I was not paying attention. It was not that they were broken or fully used up. He merely assumed that I did not like them, for I did not use them up within three months after purchasing them. As a result, I always felt that I did not have a favorite set of skincare products. The current set was really good. It had both moisturizing and brightening effects. It felt comfortable on my skin too. Therefore, I specifically reminded him not to change them. I could not fathom why a company's chief executive would have the time to pay attention to such trivial issues. That must be too much of a hassle for him.

Since I deliberately reminded him, he nodded. "Right, okay then," he said. "I won't change it. Let's go, we’ve got a flight to catch."

When I got in the car, I leaned back in my seat as I felt exhausted. Then, I squinted and said, "Wake me up when we arrive at the airport. I’ll have a little snooze for now."

It was not because I was exhausted. Rather, my fatigue stemmed from morning sickness. I wondered if my current strong reaction had to do with the fact that I did not develop intense morning sickness in my previous pregnancy.

Hendrix had wanted to speak, but he held back when he saw the tiredness on my face. He clasped my hand and said, "You'll be fine after some rest."

I nodded. I did not feel like talking much. Not long after that, we arrived at the airport.

After a while, we boarded the plane. I thought I was merely sleepy. Never had I expected that I would feel nauseous after boarding the plane. I retched several times. Hendrix asked the stewardess to get me some medicine to ease my nausea. Alas, I could not consume it because I was pregnant. He could only look on helplessly as I retched.

It was not an easy journey to Asherton for me. I was completely drained. After bringing me to the villa, Hendrix started to work.

I felt much better after having some rest. When I went downstairs, I saw Hendrix taking a nap in the living room. I covered him with a blanket. At this moment, I caught sight of g text message from Sebastian.