My Pretty Sweetheart novel Chapter 64

Hendrix was laughing softly, seemingly in a good mood. I had no interest in entertaining him, thus I closed my eyes, ignoring him and ready to sleep.

Two minutes had passed, but I still couldn't fall asleep.

I began thinking of a way to ask him to help Monique. If he was involved, it would make things a lot easier. After all, the rich and powerful always had a way with the world.

Perhaps it was due to my guilty conscience that I appeared nervous. Hendrix seemed extra mindful of my nervousness.

As I recalled what happened between him and Andrea, I instinctively shrank back.

He turned over, but...

After some time, he got up. After putting on his pajamas, he headed out to the balcony for a smoke.

As I lay in bed, I was filled with indescribable joy.

I got up as well and walked to his side. Hugging him from behind, I leaned into his back and said, "Let's do it in the bathroom."

His slender body stiffened all of a sudden. He put out the cigarette in his hand and turned to look at me. There was a frosty quality to his gaze as he asked, "When did it start?"

I was dumbfounded. Was he referring to my episodes of throwing up?

I lowered my head, biting hard on my lips. After a while, I replied, "I think it was after the miscarriage..."

The incident between him and Andrea, however, would probably haunt me to the end of my days.

He stared solemnly at me before pushing me away. "I'm going to the study room for a while."

I grabbed him quickly and gazed up at him, blurting out, "Did you buy Monique's bar for Andrea? Monique was framed, Hendrix, can you help me?"

I knew I would anger him with this request, as I did not satisfy him. However, I could not allow this to be dragged on.