My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)
Chapter 311

It was a few days later when I knew Hendrix had been waiting for me downstairs. Irvin hadn't been letting me leave the house because of my unstable mood.

Speaking of which, he really knew me well. He knew my concerns, and he knew how to appease me. Indeed, he was busy after the holiday.

Meanwhile, I had begun working for the Granger Group. As promised, Irvin assigned me to the Project Department. Since I was only on-boarded, I wasn't quite familiar with a lot of things. So, Irvin assigned an assistant for me.

Working on a project was different from other jobs. It wouldn't be plausible for me to only work from nine to five. Besides, I had only taken over the job. So, I usually worked until late at night.

Since Yohannes had been admitted to the hospital because of a stroke. Therefore, Irvin could only arrange for his assistant to send me back to Central Park Residence.

I had been adapting myself to my new life as well so that he wouldn't worry about me as much.

Pulling up the car at the entrance of the residential area, the assistant said, "Director Reid, Mr. Granger asked me to pass you this, and he reminds you to eat."

I nodded, taking the document from her hand, and got out of the car. It was only a five-minute walk from the main gate to get to my floor. Walking slowly, I thought about the latest project I was working on.

Irvin had a company abroad, but it seemed that he wanted to expand his business locally for the time being. At the thought of technology companies, I couldn't help but remember the Fantasia Company in Ucrebury. The professionals of the company excelled in the technology field.

Since the Granger Group was a listed company, it would be a wise choice for Granger Group to acquire Fantasia Company. It was easy to maintain the high quality of the products. So, the only thing Granger Group needed to worry about was the management of the company if they were to acquire Fantasia Company.

Deep in my thoughts, I only noticed that my phone was ringing after some time. It was a call from lan.

I had been calling him almost every day for

the past few days, but I had never once got through. It was almost Monique's due date, and I wondered how she was doing.

Now that lan had called, I quickly picked it up and asked, "lan, where's Monique? Has she delivered the baby? How are you two doing?"

The person on the other end of the phone might have been stunned when he suddenly heard my voice. Ian only replied to me after a long time, "She's fine. She has given birth to a baby girl. Where...where have you been? How about your baby?"

Feeling a little suffocated at the mention of my child, I walked to a bench and sat down, trying to calm down. I drew a deep breath and answered, "I'm fine. Where are you, anyway? Why can't I reach anyone of you? Where's Monique? Why can't I get through to her phone?"

"She's bed-resting now. She's completely focused on the baby, so she doesn't have time to pick up your call," he said. He sounded strange, but I couldn't pinpoint exactly what was off about his voice. I could only ask, "Where are you now?"

Before lan could answer, I heard a faint cry of a baby from the other side of the phone. It stung my heart, and I couldn't help but start crying.

"Ne are still in the country. We will come to Jarold City to see you once Monique feels better."

I nodded my head again. I couldn't contain the joy I felt when I finally heard from them both. At least Monique and her child were safe.

Then, we exchanged a few more words before hanging up the call. He probably was busy taking care of the baby.

It was getting colder as the days transitioned from autumn to winter in Jarold City. I could feel the chill in my bones after sitting outside for a long time.

I got up and continued to walk towards the building. But after only taking a few steps, my feet were cemented to the ground at the sight of a familiar black Jeep with a license plate I wouldn't forget. It was Hendrix's car.

What was he doing here?

Out of instinct, I turned around and wanted to leave.

But I didn't go far before he grabbed hold of me. He asked, "Arianna, how long are you planning to hide from me?"

I stiffened, and I began to replace it difficult to breathe, "Hendrix, I want a divorce."