My Pretty Sweetheart novel Chapter 804

He withdrew his hand. Grinning, he took out a few cash notes from his wallet, then folded and stuffed them between Rowane's cleavage.

With his utmost gentlemanly smile, he said, "This is a tip for your performance. I have a thing for cleanliness so I can't stand someone who's available for everyone's pleasure. This money is enough for you to hail a cab home."

A direct stab with a knife may only hurt one physically, but these mocking words were even more hurtful than a knife.

Rowane's face instantly turned ghostly pale.

Hendrix's words were undoubtedly categorising her as one of the wh*res from the red light district.

Her soul and self-esteem had all been trampled beneath his feet.

She looked at Hendrix; droplets of tears condensed on her curled up eyelashes and slowly fell.

Hendrix got up. He elegantly placed his wallet back into his pocket, then reached out to hold me and walked towards the exit.

A heart- rending cry sounded from behind. As I followed behind Hendrix, I turned around to see a crowd gathering around Rowane.

No matter how high-end and clean a nightclub was, there were still people hidden in the shadows lurking around. There were also people from all walks of life there.

Rowane's beauty and figure were both best of the best. Not to mention, she had bared her chest just now, so she was likely to be targeted by people.

I stopped in my tracks when we reached the exit. Hendrix stopped too and turned back to look at me.

His face didn't look as fierce as before. He raised his brows and asked, "What's wrong?"

I thought for a moment and finally said, "Hendrix, she needs someone to send her home!"

Hendrix frowned. His gaze fell on me, his face slightly darkening. He said, "Arianna, she isn't worthy of your sympathy."

I could understand why Hendrix was angry. Because Rowane's words, whether it was sarcasm or mock, had crossed Hendrix's line.

I was Hendrix's bottom line. His wrath birthed from Rowane's malice towards me.