My Pretty Sweetheart novel Chapter 83

I turned on the lights and looked around the room, but Hendrix was nowhere to be found. The balcony floor, however, was littered with cigarette butts. It was evident that he had been smoking a lot last night.

I thought I might find him in the study, so I walked barefoot out of the bedroom.

It seemed I was wrong. He was in the living room.

Andrea's blue dress was thoroughly soaked. She stared upwards at Hendrix who was taller than her, her eyes red and filled with stubbornness.

"Leave!" Hendrix said, visibly annoyed.

"No!" Andrea's lips curled into a smile, ambiguously innocent as it was pitiful. "You know I'm afraid of thunder," she explained.

Andrea wore an expression of weakness and helplessness, which was accentuated by her drenched clothes and tousled hair.

After a while, Hendrix gave in and uttered, "Go and take a shower first."

Andrea nodded, looking at him as she paused briefly before saying, "I didn't bring a change of clothes with me."

"The ones you left in the guest room are still there," Hendrix replied.

I was eavesdropping from atop the staircase.

Andrea nodded again and headed into the guest room.

When Master Roberts bought the villa, he had mentioned that it was large and spacious, and would be able to accommodate the many children he was hoping me and Hendrix to conceive, as there were many rooms.

It was only until later that I realized that his vision would never come to pass. I had never even realized when Andrea had left a set of clothing in the guest room.

What a joke!

"Ouch!" Suddenly, the sound of someone falling came from the guest room.

Frowning, Hendrix instinctively took several steps towards the source of the sound, but he stopped abruptly. Raising his head, he made eye contact with me. He asked as the look in his eyes grew distant, "You're awake?"

I nodded in response. My heart ached a little as I told him, "She fell. Go check on her."

"Arianna!" Hendrix exclaimed helplessly.