My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 25

How did she find out in just a few days? I gave her a simple reply and asked through the phone, "How

did you know?"

Monique furiously exclaimed, "You have the audacity to ask me how did I know? Am I not your friend

anymore? How could you keep something this serious from me?"

The woman's explosive temper was unbearable to me as I spoke while resting my forehead on my

hand, "I'm just concerned about the future repercussions. It's better for me to take care of this as soon

as possible. I was planning to tell you guys about it initially but since you're busy recently as well, I

decided to just let you know about it later!"

"Oh, please, save your breath. What do you mean by 'taking care of it as soon as possible?' I am not

against you not keeping your child but don't you need someone to take care of you afterward? What if

anything happens to you when you keep this under wraps?" She was so frantic and began tearing up.

Hence, her statement was blunt.

My heart felt warm after knowing that she was worried about me, therefore I listened to her vent for a

good long while before saying, "Oh Monique, I'm actually planning to divorce Hendrix and I might

actually leave Ucrebury in the future. Do you want to leave too?"

I would not tell her about the child for the moment since things had already progressed to such an

extent, it would be pointless letting her know anyway. However, I feel the need to inform her about me

leaving since the main reason for Monique to stay in Ucrebury was me. If I had actually left without novelbin

saying a word, she would no doubt ignore me in the future.

After a brief pause, she spoke, "When are you leaving? Which city are you planning to move to?"

"Probably in the next few months. I was thinking about Andoland as it's not bad there and I wish to start

a living there!"

She replied immediately after I was done speaking, "Alright, I understand!"

Nothing else came after that. I actually thought she would say something, however, I assumed she was

fine upon noticing her silence. Thus, I was getting ready to hang up the call.

She suddenly continued speaking, "The man that came to pick you up from the bar is completely

wasted now."

I was stunned as I exclaimed, "Hendrix?"

She grew impatient as she replied, "Is there any other man that you know aside from Hendrix?"

I was speechless.

I wondered why did Hendrix go drinking at the bar? After the phone call ended, I cleaned up for a brief

moment before putting on a jacket and drove over to the bar to meet up with Monique.

Telepathy Bar was not far from the mansion and it only took me ten minutes to get there.

Monique was then drinking at the counter in the bar. When she noticed me, she told me with a

speechless expression, "He's already wasted in the room upstairs."

After putting my car keys in my bag, I said while staring at her, "Why would he come all the way here to

drink?"

"How would I know? He was already here two days ago. However, before he could get himself drunk,

he was taken away by that charming, tall assistant of his. His assistant was absent today and it seems

to me that his assistant was busy with something else, that's why he's completely wasted now." She

placed her wine glass down, pouted her lips, and continued, "You terminated the pregnancy without

even a single hint of doing so. Do you think he'll be in a stable mood?"

I was stunned when I heard that. I wondered if Hendrix only drank because of the child.

I headed upstairs and looked for the private room Hendrix was in. After not getting any replies from

repeated knocking on his door, I entered immediately.

The instant I opened the door, I was immediately surrounded by the scent of cigarette smoke and

alcohol. I opened the door to allow fresh air to circulate in.

The room was dimly lit and I noticed the man that was on the couch had his eyes closed while his thin

lips were gently twitching. He did not seem to be drunk. Instead, he seemed like someone who was

taking a short nap.

"Hendrix!" I called as I was scanning across the table and noticed a few empty whiskey bottles. I

wondered how could he not worry about his stomach from the amount of alcohol he drank!

Upon hearing my voice, his long lashes twitched slightly before he opened his eyes into a narrow

squint. He was glaring at me coldly.

I was unsure if he was simply annoyed at me for disturbing him. The initially calm atmosphere grew

colder and even his glare seemed hostile when he stared at me.

He exclaimed with a cold deep voice, "Get out!"