My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)
Chapter 102

I was taken aback and instinctively wanted to shake my head to say no. However, when I saw her winking at me, she continued, "Pregnancy cramps are the worst. You'd also better stay at home, especially

during the first three months, because it might cause a miscarriage."

Hendrix was about to bring the documents upstairs when Minnie stopped him with a smile. "Master Hendrix, pregnancy cramps can be painful. Give her a massage later. I bought a bottle of essential oil at noon. It's in your bedroom."

I have to say that Minnie was an absolute godsend.

Hendrix put away the documents that were supposed to be brought upstairs and looked at me. "Does it hurt?"

I was dumbfounded. Then, I realized that Hendrix was asking if the cramps hurt.

I looked at Minnie and saw her nodding at me. I looked back at Hendrix, could not help but nod my head. I forced a smile as I replied, "Yes."

He frowned but still spoke in his usual calmness. "Come on."

He went ahead and headed straight for the bedroom. I turned to Minnie in a daze, and said, "But Minnie, I have no cramps!"

Although there were many other symptoms, there were no cramps.

Minnie put her hand against her forehead in disappointment. "It doesn't matter whether you have cramps or not. You'll have all the symptoms you should have when you're five or six months pregnant. Now, go back to your room!"

I shuffled back to the bedroom and heard the sound of water running coming from the bathroom; Hendrix was taking a shower.

When I caught a glimpse of the big bottle of essential oil on the bedside table, I had to admit that Minnie amazed me by coming up with these shenanigans.

I had not returned to the villa for a few days, but fortunately, Hendrix had not gone as far as to get rid of my clothes.

It did not take long for him to shower. Only a bath towel was wrapped around his waist when he came out of the bathroom. There was still water dripping from his hair, and the water dripped down his chest into...

"It's your turn!" A voice interrupted my train of thoughts heading somewhere it should not have.

I turned around to see Hendrix looking at me with his deep-set eyes, his thoughts unpredictable. Our eyes met, but since I was a little ashamed by my own mental images earlier, I moved my eyes away and hurried into the bathroom.

The sound of the running water in the bathroom was rather loud, but I could still hear the movement from the bedroom. I thought I heard Hendrix's phone ringing, but I was greeted by him holding my phone to his ears with a grim face when I came out

of the bathroom.

When I realized that he had answered my phone, I could not help but step towards him. I looked at him and asked, "Who's calling?"

Without saying anything, he handed me the phone with cold eyes.

I peeped at the screen when I took it from his hand. The call was from Sawyer. Why did he call at this time of the day?

Putting the phone to my ears, I spoke politely into it, "Hello, Mr. Clark!" I was also careful to get some room from Hendrix.

Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw him leaning on the chaise longue, looking at his cellphone with an unfathomable expression.

"I sent someone to deal with the headlines. If necessary, I'll hold a press conference." On the other end of the phone, Sawyer said earnestly.

It was rare to see him like this. I nodded and replied, "Okay, thank you!"

"It's alright!" However, he did not sound eased. He seemed to have something else on his mind. "Even if I really like you, I won't make you become Mrs. Clark in this way. I'll win you over."

I decided to pretend that I heard nothing. The call really should not go on any longer. "Goodnight!" Hendrix was already looking at me impatiently.

Without waiting for Sawyer to reply, I hung up on him. I set my phone aside, looked up at Hendrix, and tried to explain. "It's about the rumor. He..."

Halfway through, I realized my explanation sounded

like a cover-up, so I simply stopped. I turned around and sat on the bed, wiping my hair with the towel.