Without warning, Hendrix stopped in his tracks. I didn't have the time to steady myself. So, I ran straight into his arms and hit my nose. I couldn't help but gasp.
I glared at him, "Can't you give me a heads up before stopping?"
He scoffed, "That wouldn't be me, don't you think so?"
I rolled my eyes at him.
"You're right. After all, you know nothing else other than sleeping around," As he was the main cause of my foul mood, I wasn't planning to let him off easily. "I'm sorry if I got into your way and disturbed you just now. But you shouldn't take revenge on me in such a terrible way."
"Revenge?" He was caught off guard by my words. "Arianna, think again about what you're saying! Do you really want to talk like this?"
I shrugged, "How else are we going to talk?"
He stopped talking and began to drag me in the direction of the villa. We were walking as I had refused to get into his car earlier.
I ambled behind him. Because of my speed, Hendrix stopped and scowled at me, "Do you want me to carry you?"
I quirked my eyebrows at that and replied, "If you don't mind."
He set his eyes on my bulging belly and finally decided to carry me in his arms.
After a few steps, he parted his lips and said, "You're fat."
I was outraged.
Sure enough, I could trust Hendrix to not say anything good about me.
I gave him a death stare and then closed my eyes to keep him out of sight.
Truth be told, I wasn't very angry. It was just that I still felt a little upset when I saw him and Andrea together like any other woman would if they had seen their husband and the mistress together.
I could have turned a blind eye, but I had a hard time controlling my temper since I was pregnant. If I wasn't careful enough, I would experience all the mood swings in the world.
Suddenly, Hendrix sneered.
At that, I opened my eyes to see that we were almost at the villa, and there was a black Bentley parked in the driveway. I already had the car memorized after seeing it a few times.
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