My Pretty Sweetheart novel Chapter 1773

I bit my lips and blinked innocently at him while trying to portray myself as naive.

Hendrix's face darkened. He was queasy and helpless. The corners of his mouth were drooping, as if he was put into a situation that had no room for negotiation.

I just went ahead with it and cupped Hendrix's face with my hands as I planted a light kiss on his forehead.

"Alright! No more holding grudges!" I huffed.

As I spoke, a grin spread across Hendrix's face. Bit by bit, the corners of his lips pulled upwards. His handsome features were enhanced by his smile, adding to his charming appearance. It made him look especially attractive.

After all the laughter, the matter was resolved. Hendrix had a slight obsession with cleanliness, and the attire he was wearing was one of his favorites, but it was dirtied by Mullen for no reason. Unless he was treated sweetly, it would not have been easy to work out this issue.

Just as the situation was beginning to get under control, Mullen voiced out once more with her incomprehensible, quiet voice. "Since I was made to do this and was forced to see you guys displaying public affection, I would like to consider this as working overtime."

She was not joking at all. It was like a clang amidst the silence in the atmosphere.

With a scowl on my face, I retorted, "Mullen, don't you know how much I pay for your services? You even tried to demand for more. If you continue doing this, I don't think I can afford to keep you around for long."

"Then, you'd best pray for this fellow not to come around so often," Mullen noted and took out her phone. Her fingers danced across the screen while she wore a serious look on her face. A while later, she pointed at her bank account shown through the phone and directed it at my face. "One thousand dollars, and I'll guarantee that no one will disturb you tonight."

"Huh? Are you serious?" I snapped, a little upset. "You kicked my husband, so do you intend to pay for his medical expenses?"

She lowered her head and mulled over it for a moment. Before she managed to say anything, Hendrix had already gotten up from his seat and fished out his phone to scan the QR code. "I'll pay," he said.

The payment was successfully transferred to

Mullen.

He then put away his phone and instructed, "Stand guard outside the room."

Mullen stared warily at him, and then at me. She was not moving at all, as though she was a sculpture.