My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 219

The next day, I had brunch with Monique before returning to the villa.

Being absent- minded as always, I only realized that I had left my bag and phone in Bronzy Condo.

I entered the villa and noticed that the living room was empty. Minnie was most probably out for

groceries; while Hendrix, being the workaholic he was, should be at the company.

I changed into my slippers and decided to look up some parenting education books for reading. The

moment I opened the door of the study, the air was fetid with stale tobacco smoke.

It was daytime, but the curtains in the study were drawn up. It was dim.

"Hendrix?" I asked in a small voice as I saw cigarette sparks by the window.

Hendrix was the only one who smoked in this villa.

I reached for the switch and turned on the lights. Hendrix's expression was dark as he bellowed, "Turn

it off!"

"What's wrong?"

I frowned and walked towards him. "Didn't you sleep well last night?" I flinched at the smell of alcohol,

"You're drinking too?"

His lips pressed tightly, and his icy eyes fixed on me. He stubbed out the cigarette in his hand, and

finally asked, "Where were you last night?"

"Bronzy Condo," I grumpily answered. "I told you yesterday, didn't I?"

Hendrix scoffed, his voice rough and ruthless, "Arianna, what else are you hiding from me? How much

more are there?"

The cigarette smell in the study room was starting to give me a headache, and I grew irritated at his

cold attitude. So, annoyed, I refuted, "What can I hide from you? I can count my acquaintances with all

my fingers. Just ask me directly if you're curious about anything. You don't have to be like this!"

"And what? You'll tell me the truth if I were to ask you?" His eyes were red, and there was stubble on

his chin. Hendrix probably had stayed up all night.

His gaze was particularly menacing.

I hated being kept in the dark, so I boldly replied, "Yes, I'll tell you if you ask!"

Hendrix got up, clenched his jaw, and asked, "Who was the man you hugged at the airport yesterday?"

Completely thrown off guard, I snapped at him, "Hendrix, were you stalking me?" A fit of sudden anger

burst in me. I continued, "Oh, Hendrix, are you serious? So you're even taking away my freedom and

privacy now?"

It felt suffocating as he stood closer to me, so I unconsciously took a step back. He clutched my

shoulders tightly in anger, "Why are you trying to run away? You're my wife, and I have the right to

know your whereabouts!"

"Sure, you're Mr. Roberts, of course. You can do anything you want!" Bothered by the foul smell of

alcohol and cigarettes from him, I broke free from his grasp to leave the study.

Before I got to exit the room, he had grabbed me by the arms and pulled me into a forceful hug, "Aren't This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

you going to explain?"

I was fed up with him for invading my privacy, so I lashed out, "Explain what? It's just as you saw, I

went to meet someone I liked, and we spent the night in a hotel."

I turned to look at him as I said, unbothered by his rage, "Are you happy with my explanation, Mr.

Roberts? Can you let go of me now? The smell of alcohol and cigarettes on you is making me sick!"

His face was flushing in rage, and Hendrix stammered, "Arianna, I want the truth!"

"This is the truth! It's something that you want to hear!" I exclaimed, still mad at the truth that I was

being watched. If he had trusted me enough, he wouldn't have done that.

His grips on my waist tightened out of fury, "Seems like there is no point in talking anymore."

Hendrix said as he pinned me against the wall harshly. As if possessed, he began to strip off my

clothes with force.

I felt an intense sharp pain on my back, losing my strength to fight back. I didn't make any sound as he

ruthlessly took control over me.