My Pretty Sweetheart novel Chapter 789

His kiss was overly passionate. His lips and teeth were punishing when he bit down hard on my mouth.

I was in pain and groaned. He lowered his voice and huffed, "So you do know pain."

I glared at him and turned my head away. I did not want to talk to him.

He pulled my head back and forced me to look at him. There was a burning light in his eyes. His voice was low and magnetic, but there was also a hint of helplessness in it, "Arianna, only those who do not care about the person won't mind. I'm your husband. What does it say if you remain indifferent when other women throw themselves in my arms? It means you do not love me or that you do not care at all."

I was flabbergasted as I looked at him. Then, I blinked and chuckled, "So, you are angry with me because of this?"

He lowered his head and bit my lips, "What else can I be angry about?"

I understood in an instant and smiled. I looked at him and said, "It does not mean that I don't care. I'm your wife. How can I not care about you being intimate with other women? It's just that I can grasp the situation at that time. It's not that I understand her, but I understand you. You invited her back from abroad, which shows that she has the ability for you to do so. Hendrix, you are the chairperson of a company. It is normal for your subordinate who is in a sudden panic to hug you when they encounter that kind of situation. If I get angry with you because of such a thing, wouldn't I be a bit too insensible? In the future, there will be more women who want to get close to you. After all, you are excellent."

His eyes darkened slightly, and he moved his thin lips, "So, what are you trying to say?"

I felt amused and said, "I'm trying to say that my husband is excellent, and he is an outstanding man. It's difficult for women around the world to not fall in love with you."

He shut me up with his lips. After kissing for a while, his eyes became darker. He looked at me and said, "Call me again."

I smiled brightly and obliged, "Hubby!"

That night, I took the initiative. In the second half of the night, Hendrix increased the intensity of his movements, and his breathing became heavier.

"Hendrix, give me a child. I want a child that belongs to us." I was a little dazed as I gripped the bedsheets tightly. My breathing was unstable.