My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

I had no idea how much he actually drank as I held onto him while he waddled down from the second floor. When Monique saw me from the counter of the bar, she asked, "Do you need any help?" I shook my head and asked while looking at her, "Has he paid the bill yet?"

Monique rolled her eyes at me as she replied, "Oh, please, my bar will soon become his. Why even bother with the bill, right?"

Hendrix was leaning against me. I did not pay much attention to what she said exactly and nodded hastily before helping Hendrix out of the bar.

It took a lot of effort for me to get him into the car. I took a really long time to calm down. I was completely drenched in sweat, even my clothes were soaked.

I finally understood why there was a saying about pregnant women being fragile. It seemed that doing anything physically taxing was enough to make me feel like I was about to fall apart.

I took a glance at the man beside me. His pair of dark eyes were shut and did not seem as menacingly cold as he usually was. He looked significantly more gentle under the shroud of darkness. His eyes were extremely attractive and well-defined. He truly seemed like he was blessed by the gods. He had the looks and the money. Not to mention, even his body was impressively fit. He truly stood out even amongst the most flawless people.

Just as I was getting lost in my thoughts, he suddenly opened his eyes while my eyes were completely fixated on him. Both our eyes met, making my heart race and I got flustered.

"Whoa!" I was startled as the manly scent that was mixed with the burning scent of alcohol and tobacco engulfed me. He gently bit on the tip of my tongue and it hurt me.

I snapped out of my trance and wondered why exactly did Hendrix suddenly kiss me.

His kiss was deep and it was suffocating me a little, making my head buzz. He only released me when I could not catch my breath.

I was stunned as I stared at him with a puzzled look. He did not seem so heartless and cold at this moment. Instead, his gaze looked complicated.

"Hendrix-"

"You must return the child to me!" he exclaimed coldly before laying back down on the seat and closed his eyes once again.

I was at a loss for words.

I was stupefied for a moment. I was unsure if he was actually asleep or taking a break, hence I decided to start the car to immediately return to the mansion. Hendrix's statement was still bugging me. "Return the child to me!"

Did he not despise this child?

My emotions got slightly complicated when I thought about that.

Andrea was still a responsibility he could never let go of in his lifetime. Even if he never cared for Andrea, he could not bring himself to ignore Andrea's needs.

If I told him that I actually kept the child, it would only further complicate things. Getting a child involved in the squabbles between the three of us would make things worse.

It would be best for everyone if I left. At the very least, everyone would be happy.

I stopped the car at the entrance of the mansion. I nearly broke down since getting Hendrix up to the second floor was truly no easy feat.

After a brief moment, I got out of the car and approached Hendrix's side of the car. I opened the door and tugged Hendrix's sleeve while calling him, "Hendrix!"

It seemed that he had an upset stomach and he was having a hard time falling asleep. He woke up after hearing me call him.

He opened his eyes slightly to look at me before scanning the area and asking me in a soft tone, "You brought me back?"

I nodded and I was not sure if he was actually sober or drunk. I said, "Just get out of the car, it's getting late!"

It would soon be midnight and I lacked the energy to keep him company as a pregnant woman.

He sat up straight and remained seated. He seemed to have no intention of getting out of the car. He stayed silent while repeatedly blinking his eyes. Although he seemed harmless, I knew him. His temper was unstable.

After some thought, I decided to ask, "Do you want me to help you get out of the car?"

"I'm going to stay under the sun for a little while longer!" he replied and stubbornly sat in the car without moving an inch.

I was puzzled by his statement. He wanted to stay under the sun?