My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)
Chapter 583

When Cecil returned from her shift and saw that I was applying medicine to the wound on my knees, she sarcastically remarked, "A b*tch who hasn't seen much of the world has gone soft on her legs at the sight of a rich and powerful man. How shameful."

I pursed my lips but did not respond. Although I was anxious just now, I also knew why I fell down.

I was on good terms with everyone at the hotel. Only a few people were standing near enough to trip me just now and Cecil had been the one closest to me earlier.

After treating the wound, I got up, filled a glass with hot water from the water dispenser and stood in front of her.

I looked at her, my gaze indifferent. "Face or hand? I'll let you choose."

She was taken aback, her face suddenly turned pale when she noticed the hot glass of water in my hand. "Arianna, what are you trying to do? My father's the county head of Hovell. If you dare hurt me, I can guarantee you a miserable life from here on out."

I nodded, my stare unwavering. "Alright, we shall

wait and see!"

Before she could take a step back, I had already grabbed hold of her fair, tender hand and poured the hot water down right on her. I listened to her piercing scream as I continued holding her hand tightly in place, pouring every last drop of the water on her delicate hand.

The water in the cup was quickly emptied. Watching her face twist in pain, I said ruthlessly, "Miss Parker, please think before you act next time. I got your hand this time, but I'm afraid that that exquisite face of yours would be the victim next time round."

"You..."

After a pause, I suddenly remembered something. "Oh yeah, since your father is such a high-ranking official, why don't you ask him to go home and live a happy life in retirement? It so happens that such a good geographical environment as Hovell has not improved for so many years under his governance. Perhaps, it's time for him to retire."

After throwing her off with a comment like that, I took the ointment and went out of the office.

Upon reaching the lobby of the hotel, Norman drove his car over and looked at me. "Get in the car!"

I raised my eyebrows, wanting to refuse. But I gave up when I saw my limping leg. So, I got in the car and fastened my seat belt.

He glanced at me. "Let's go to the pharmacy to get some medicine first before I send you back home."

This seemed to be the only way. I looked down at my ankle, and saw how swollen it had become even though it was fine minutes ago.

"Do you know Hendrix Roberts?" He suddenly asked after driving for a while.

I was surprised by his question and smiled lightly. "Do I look like someone who knows a wealthy big shot like him?"

He pursed his lips and muttered a serious 'yes'. After a pause, he continued, "He was staring at you the whole time, his gaze unmoving and so full of deep, conflicted emotions."

I smiled but did not say anything.

I returned home after buying the medicine. With my ankles in so much pain, I decided to give in to my struggles and just leaned on the rattan chair to rest.

I fell asleep unexpectedly on the rattan chair and was woken up from my dream after hearing a knock on my door.

I felt that my cheeks were wet with tears.

How long had it been since I shed a tear or dreamt of my child? He was grown and healthy, and he felt heavy as I held him in my arms.

The knocking on the door continued. I grew more sober after wiping the tears off my face, and washing the drowsiness and longing away.

I opened the door.

I was surprised to see Hendrix at the door. He stood tall and straight, the light shining onto his back with no trace of a smile on his face. His black orbs were as deep and bright as ever. He swallowed his saliva when he saw me, faintly revealing emotions that were indescribably complex he held within him.

Before I could speak, he had already grabbed hold of my hand firmly. With a tinge of helplessness in his voice, he said, "I can't pretend that I don't know you. I've been doing this, holding myself back for four years, yet I still can't forget."

He changed!

He had changed. The old him would never have said such insufferably indecisive and lingering words to me.