My Pretty Sweetheart novel Chapter 89

It was then that the Maybach's window was also rolled down, and the eye-catching face of Sawyer appeared in the driver's seat. ''Hey, beauty, wanna have dinner together?"

Lame!

I rolled my eyes at him and raised the mealbox in my hand. "Sorry, I've had mine."

He frowned, leaned over the window, stuck his head out, and said, "You, a pregnant woman, are eating this? How poorly is Hendrix Roberts treating you?"

I was speechless and didn't want to entertain him any further. He was an extraordinarily annoying person.

I put my mealbox aside and started my engine, preparing to head home.

Then, he proceeded to park his car in front of mine and said cheekily, "Arianna, come on, why not we go have a quick meal together?"

His nonchalant face was beginning to get on my serves. "I'm full!"

"Then let's just chat a bit!"

Crazy.

While his car was parked on the driveway, not only could I not leave but the other cars were victims of his reckless acts as well.

There were honks blaring around him. Yet, Sawyer

didn't care for a single bit as he waited patiently for my answer.

I slapped my forehead and said, "Fine, lead the way!"

He raised his eyebrows and said, 'Til drive you there. A pregnant lady shouldn't be anywhere near a steering wheel!"

What the f**k!

I held back my anger and got out of the car. Upon entering the passenger seat, I glared coldly at Sawyer and said, "Why are you still not driving?"

He grinned and said, "Oh, yes, on it right away!"

This young man was truly a narcissist. He had no shame despite driving an obviously extravagant car and had even opened his convertible while driving in the city.

It was one of the lamest things I've ever seen.

I was a little cold but I couldn't be bothered to speak any further. I decided to let him do what pleased him the most.

"Arianna, do you think we'll be the subject of gossip in Ucrebudy tomorrow?" He asked loudly as he blared rock-and-roll music in his car.