My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)
Chapter 564

I nodded and motioned him to go.

This was a matter of life and death. He could not afford any delays.

As I watched him leave, Andrea looked at me, her eyes were a fury of resentment, "You shouldn't even be alive!"

When faced with words this cold and harsh, what else could I do but frown?

I felt confused as I watched her leave. I hadn't even provoked her recently.

The ambulance brought the pregnant woman away and Hendrix followed to keep an eye of the situation. The road was then cleared up.

It would take me more than half a day to go to the cemetery. I didn't have enough time to go back and forth. Plus, I had to go alone which meant that if things run long, it wouldn't be safe to travel back home. I decided to drive to the hospital instead to check on the condition of the pregnant woman.

Soon, I arrived at the hospital.

The pregnant woman was not injured by the collision. She was just frightened and her amniotic sac broke.

When I arrived, the pregnant woman had been sent to the delivery room and her family members had come.

This was supposed to be Hendrix's responsibility, but as soon as Evan arrived, he went straight to talk to the pregnant woman's family. Andrea had suffered some minor injuries and was taken by the doctor for further observations.

After he handled this matter, Hendrix finally had time to sit down. I laid my eyes on him and was silent for a moment. Then, only did I remark, "You've always been a careful driver. How could you suddenly get into a car accident?"

He looked up and his deep gaze fell on me. There was a conflicted look in his stare and a bad feeling arose in my gut.

Sure enough, after a moment of silence, he said, "Andrea was quarrelling with me in the car!"

I faintly caught a whiff of a bloody scent. I bunched my brows together and noticed that there was a patch of wetness on his black shirt.

"Are you hurt?" I asked, raising my hand to lift up his shirt.

His gaze darkened as he halted my hand and retorted, I'm fine!"

I puckered my lips. The anger I had been suppressing rose up, "Hendrix, do you think you're very powerful and manly? Bandage up when you're injured! Stop saying that you're fine! What's the matter with you?"

He was shocked by my sudden outburst. He wanted to say something, but I just kept glaring at him.

When I helped him take off his coat, I discovered that his arm had been scratched up badly but the blood had already dried up. His clothes were black, so it was easy to miss that he was injured.

If I hadn't been close to him and smelled the bloody scent, I wouldn't have noticed it either.

Noticing my furrowed brows, he told me gently, "It's just a small injury. It's not a big deal."

"Shut up!" I was so infuriated that I didn't know whether I was mad at him for being together with Andrea or that he didn't care about himself.

Either way, I was furious.

He asked the nurse to clean his wound and his exquisite and high-quality suit was cut. He was such a naturally unfriendly individual.

His acquaintances had already gotten used to it, but the nurse was young and had probably never come across someone like him. Her hands kept shaking because of his cold presence.

He knitted his brows and seemed to be suppressing his anger. After a long time, he looked up at me and barked, "You do it!"

The nurse paused, startled by his sudden order. Then, she accidentally dropped the alcohol-laced cotton stick right on the wound.

Hendrix frown and demanded again, "Let her do it!"

I sighed and took the medicine from the nurse's hand, trying hard to control my emotions. Then, I said gently, "Thank you. You may tend to other patients. I've got this covered." The nurse felt relieved as she nodded repeatedly saying, "Okay, okay!"

Seeing the nurse scrambling away, I looked up at him angrily, "I will not be as gentle, so keep your mouth shut even if you feel pain!"

He tightened his lips and his dark eyes shone, "Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed."

I didn't say anything in reply. I took the cotton stick and started cleaning his wounds. Fortunately, they were just scratches though his skin still looked a little bloody and badly mangled. None of his muscles or bones were hurt, so he would recover in a few days with some medicine.

After disinfecting and cleaning up his wound, I got up to get rid of the mess. Then, I glanced at him callously, "Why were you quarreling in the car?"

If it wasn't for the fight they had, he wouldn't have gotten into an accident. I knew his character well.