My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 2100

"Sure," I replied grimly. I didn't have the energy to force a smile, so I sent them off. "Alright, I understand. It's been a long day. I'm heading up, you guys continue."

"Oh come on, Arianna. We just got here..."

"Raiya," Sawyer called out. He was a sensible person and could tell that I didn't want to continue the conversation. Sawyer glanced at Raiya and told her not to push it. Then, he took the initiative to leave. "It's getting late, and we don't want to impose. Let's go home, our kids are waiting." Since he was being considerate, I couldn't show my indifference. I sent him out before stepping on the stairs to head to the second floor. Halfway there, I heard Tobias whisper, "Is Sawyer not gay? Has he always been so masculine?"

After taking a hot shower and lying down, Hendrix returned to our room, took off his coat, laid down next to me and hugged me from behind. "Are you upset?" After holding me for a while, Hendrix asked quietly.

Emotional instability was normal in a state of jealousy and impatience, but Hendrix had complete control of my mental state. I was immersed and lost in his gentle tone.

"A little." Hugging the comer of the blanket, I turned over like a frightened bunny and snuggled his arms. I did not stop until I was tucked into his chest tightly. Breathing a sigh of relief, I muttered, "When can we live a peaceful life..."

"With me around, you can always rely on me." Hendrix changed into a comfortable position and rubbed my back with his warm palm.

With him embracing me protectively in his arms, I felt like a child who had yet to grow up.

I raised my head and bit his chin in a fit of pique.

Hendrix hissed in pain, his eyebrows scrunched together. After a while, he relaxed them and went back to being calm as if nothing happened. "Does it not hurt?" I asked a question with an obvious answer.

"It's a little itchy," Hendrix answered, his face solemn.

I couldn't help chuckling. "You don't even blink when you're lying now. I won't be able to tell if you're lying to me in the future!"

Hendrix curled his lips and tightened his arms around me, saying, "How can a couple lie to each other? I was fooling around." "So, you have plans to lie to me?" I pinched his nose to stop him from breathing. Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

Hendrix laughed out loud instead of getting mad. While we fooled around, he took the opportunity to pinch my cheek.

"Are you still going to cause trouble?" Hendrix held me down, but his warning was not the least threatening.

"Yes." I didn't know where this fiery mood came from, but I just felt like opposing him in any way I can.

Hendrix had no choice but to put slightly more strength in his hands. I immediately yelled, "Hey, you're abusing your wife! I'm going to cry..."

He had no choice but to let go of me with a wry smile. With that, I rolled over and pressed him under me, gloatingly announcing, "You've lost."

Like a deflated balloon, Hendrix

slowly laid flat with his hands still on

my waist for fear that I would fall. Only then did he let out a long sigh, going along with me, "Yes, Miss Reid How will you punish me for losing?"

"You're no fun." I got off him and laid on the bed.

There was little sense of achievement in easy successes.

Hendrix leaned to one side and held his chin, staring at me with great interest, saying, "I thought you were mad about Jordan?"

"Isn't being mad a futile thing to do?" I questioned, feeling like the matter no longer mattered.

Whether it was about Jordan or money laundering, I couldn't escape any of it. What had happened just then was the sudden surge of my emotions. Once it was over, there was nothing to be afraid of

Being married was quite magical. A quarrel with Hendrix could resolve my negative emotions with ease; it rendered psychiatrist and counselors rather useless.