My Pretty Sweetheart novel Chapter 210

Hendrix followed and noticed that I was staring blankly at the table. He hugged me from behind and said, "The book said that pregnant women should avoid heavy-flavored meals. So, I didn't add much chili to it. Have a taste?"

I looked up at him, feeling as though I was trapped in a dream where I had exchanged my life with Andrea.

I had been married to Hendrix for two years but he had never taken care of me so meticulously.

It seemed that he had matched his gentleness for Andrea in the past and treated me the same. It felt surreal, and I wasn't ready to accept that.

He seated me at the table, and I numbly took a few bites. The noodle was delicious, but I had no appetite as I had a lot going on in my mind.

Seeing that I only had a few bites, Hendrix frowned and asked, "You don't like it?"

I shook my head. "No, I'm just not that hungry."

"Have some more. Otherwise, you'll feel hungry later tonight." As he spoke, he got up and opened the refrigerator to get me some milk.

Hendrix spent the night with me at the Bronzy Condo.

The next day.

I was half-awake when I sensed movements beside me. I opened my eyes to see that Hendrix was dressing up.

Seeing that I had woken up, he asked, "Did I wake you up?"

I laid in the bed and shook my head, too lazy to move. I answered in a hoarse voice, "Are you going to work now?"

He nodded. "Yeah, Evan will bring you breakfast later. It would be best if you rested for a while more after breakfast. I'll come back and bring you to the hospital for the checkup at noon."

After that, he put on his tie, then kissed me on the forehead and left.

What I had experienced during the past few days was bizarre. Hendrix treated me very well and took good care of me, but I could feel that he was still distant from me.

During breakfast, Monique called me on the phone and asked if I could pick her up at the airport. She needed a lift because she brought too many things back from the trip.

I had nothing planned out for the day. So, after asking for the time, I took a taxi to Roberts Group and got into my car. When I arrived at the airport, Monique's flight hadn't landed yet.

I parked the car in the parking lot and went to wait for Monique in the departure hall.