My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)
Chapter 63

I could not afford to let anything happen to the Roberts Group. It was not because of Hendrix but for Master Roberts, who took great care of me.

"Do as I say. I'll explain it to Alford Audit." After hanging up the call, I remained quiet and deep in thought.

After a long pause, I made another phone call to someone I did not want to contact. Shortly after, a low and magnetic voice came from the other end. He hissed, "Five years!"

There was a faint echo in the other end before he added, "I thought you wouldn't contact me again."

I suppressed my displeasure and said curtly, "I want a report on all the mistakes made by Alford Audit. Also, I need their financial report."

"Anna, you haven't called me for a long time now." It was silent for a moment and I could hear a grim voice.

I could feel a chill ran down my spine and I quivered. Gritting my teeth, I called out forcibly, "Aaron Reid!"

"Anna, don't call me that!"

Even if we were just on the phone, I could feel the cold seeping from my mobile phone. It was not the same arrogant coldness I received whenever I was with Hendrix. This one felt like the frost was oozing out from the depth of hell and it was an intimidating yet bloody coldness.

"Aaron!" I forced myself to call his name and my body shuddered.

"Good girl."

I immediately hung up the call and sat on the floor weakly. I was petrified ever since I was a child. The deeply etched fear had never gone away.

After a long time, I got up but my body felt weak. I went back to the bedroom clumsily. I climbed on the bed and tightly wrapped myself with the quilt.

I was eroded by the chill lingering in my bones. I could not snap out of it. I should never have phoned him.

When Hendrix returned to the villa, I slowly came back to my senses. Upon spotting me, he seemed both surprised and unsurprised.

"Have you had your dinner?" Hendrix seemed to be tired.

A lot was going on in Roberts Group. He was always on business trips. He probably had just come back from one of the trips, so he was exhausted.

I shook my head in response. The sky was already dark. After recalling Monique's arrest, I got up and announced, "I'll cook for you."

Without warning, he held me from behind. He placed his chin on my shoulder. He was probably too busy and his unattended stubbled chin pricked my skin. He mumbled, "Let me hug you for a while."

He tugged me and we both lay on the bed. He wrapped his limbs around me and constrained me. His hoarse voice rang in my ears.

His warm breath tickled my face. I parted my lips but I could not speak.

I stared at the ceiling blankly before finally giving in. If I discussed with Hendrix about Monique, it might make things worse. It was better to let him rest and talk to him about it in the morning.

I was irritated in the first place. On top of that, I get sleepy easily because I was pregnant. Upon being embraced by Hendrix, I calmed down and started to feel drowsy.

I yawned and closed my eyes.

Yet, a few moments later, I snapped my eyes open and glared at Hendrix in exasperation. "Hendrix, what... Why are you not sleeping?"

"It's a normal reaction. Just ignore it." His voice was low and hoarse. I could tell that he was very sleepy.

However, I could not fall asleep. I pulled away but his big hands dragged me back.

"Hendrix!" I was a little angry. Couldn't he just go to sleep peacefully?

"Ignore it. It'll go away soon," he said as he tightened his arms around me.

I was at a loss for words.

Then, I became livid. "B*stard!"

I could not think of anything else and hissed furiously.