My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)
Chapter 127

Andrea was upset. But after Hendrix had left, she bit her lip and refused to let Evan support her. She turned to glare at me and said, "Arianna, I know you did it on purpose." I sincerely apologized, "Sorry, I didn't mean it." I panicked. That was why I dragged her.

After Evan sent Andrea off, Hendrix came out of his office with a first aid kit in his hand. He walked up to me and kneeled by my side.

Looking at me, he said, "Give me your hand!"

I pursed my lips and gave him my hand. When I fell to the ground on all fours, I grazed my palm. I felt a burning pain at that time, but I didn't notice that it was bleeding.

Now that Hendrix pulled my hand over and opened my palm, I realized that it was more severe than I expected. Seeing my wound, he frowned, "Hang on, it's going to hurt a little."

I nodded and bit my lip in anticipation of the pain.

My skin was raw around the wound, revealing the delicate flesh inside. Hendrix dipped a cotton swab into an antiseptic solution, then cleaned the wound with it. It was so painful that I instinctively wanted to pul my hand back, but he held my hand firmly and said, "I'll finish shortly."

I grimaced at the pain, "Just simply clean it," Handling with too much care would only prolong my agony.

After applying the ointment, he looked at me gloomily. "Let me check your knee."

I shook my head, wanting to go back to my office as soon as possible. Plus, I was wearing a skirt, so he couldn't tell if he didn't look carefully.

He ignored me and lifted the hem of my skirt to reveal a wound slightly larger than the one on my palm. It was raw and red. It was gruesome. "Doesn't it hurt?" He asked, and there was a hint of anger in his voice.

I pursed my lips, "No."

As soon as I finished speaking, he decided to be heavy-handed. I gasped from the pain and couldn't help but yelled at him angrily, "Hendrix!"

He lowered his head to handle the wound, and his voice soft, "I'm here."

I knew he did it on purpose.

Biting on my lips, I refused to say a word more. In the meantime, Hendrix had finished wrapping my wound and tidied up the first aid kit. After that, he took out the breakfast containers that Evan had brought earlier. There were a lot of pastries and even a bottle of soybean milk.

I didn't know what Evan was thinking. No one could finish all these foods. Plus, I already had some a while ago in Hendrix's office.

After he had taken out all the containers, he said, "Finish everything, then lie down and get some rest."

I held my breath and asked, "Hendrix, do you think you're rearing a pig?"1 There was no way I could finish them all.

He nodded and cocked his eyebrows, "Yes, two little pigs."

What else could I say?

I dug my own grave.

"I can't finish it," After some hesitation, I continued, "And I have to go back to my office to work."

Without saying a word to me, he went to his seat and made a phone call.

Soon, Kelsey came up with a stack of documents. She looked at me, then at Hendrix, and made eyes at me, "Director, these are the documents you need. Also, we're almost done with the project for Alford Audit. Please take a look."

She set the documents down and winked at me.

I knew what she meant. She would want to know all about me and Hendrix later. I pretended that I didn't see her expression and packed up the food that hadn't been eaten. I handed them to her, "You haven't had breakfast yet, have you? Come, take some to eat."

Seeing that I had given her so much food, she quickly shook her head. I leaned near her ear and whispered, "Please do me a favor and don't refuse."

Kelsey said, "But Director, I can't eat that much."

"It's alright. Share it with the rest of the people in the office."

After she had left, I sat back on the sofa and looked at Hendrix. He sat still in his chair, and his dark eyes were staring at me.

I asked weakly, feeling guilty, "What's wrong?"

"What should I eat?" he asked with a smile.

I gaped, my eyes wide open, "You haven't had breakfast yet?"

He raised his brows, no need to explain himself.