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My Pretty Sweetheart novel Chapter 163

"Hey! I'm talking about your husband. Don't you want to come and have a look?" Monique was getting impatient, "Andrea was even dressed up! I don't feel good about this."

"Mm," I said, sounding a little bored, "Have you had dinner yet? Why don't you come over and have dinner with me?"

"D*mn!" She didn't know what to make of my indifference, so she went along with me, "I'll pass. I'm going home after shopping."

After hanging up the phone, I left the study room and went to walk around the backyard.

The weather was fine. There was a row of blue flowers in our backyard. The flowers had already blossomed earlier that year, and the flowers were all over the place. The scenery was pleasant to look at.

Not long after, the doorbell rang. I turned around to walk towards the entrance, but, at the same time, my phone had started to ring at the same time.

It was Hendrix.

I picked up the phone, but before I could speak, he said, "Open the door. They're here for the baby room. Also, the garden suite upstairs is a little troublesome to sleep in. I asked them to do a makeover on our master bedroom so that you can sleep better."

I opened the door to see a middle- aged man standing outside. He looked at me and said, "Mrs.

Roberts, Mr. Roberts sent us here to set up the baby room."

I nodded as I let the workers in.

Then I said over the phone, "Where are you? When are you coming home?"

"I'm in the Welldom Hotel. It might take longer than expected. I've ordered soup for you for dinner, and Albert will send someone to deliver it to you later."

He sounded flat. It seemed like he had everything planned out.

"Alright. I'll hang up the phone then," I replied.

Looking at the artificial landscape in the yard, a surge of warmth filled up within me.

Hendrix was always great at taking care of others. If he really cared about someone, he would spoonfeed that person until they lost the ability to take care of themselves.

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