Female Novel
Chapter 186
After a long time, Hendrix got up and went to the bathroom. A few minutes later, he came out. Then he
wiped his hair, changed into new clothes, and left without saying a word.
But he closed the bedroom door forcefully, and the sound it made echoed in the room for a long time.
I couldn't help but wonder when our marriage would come to an end at this rate.novelbin
Since I didn't need to go to the company, I was free. I was only walking out of the bathroom when
Monique called me.
I picked up the phone and asked, "Are you in the countryside now? Have you found a place to settle
down yet?"
"Yes," she replied. "Did Hendrix pick you up at the station?"
I was stunned. "You told him?" If Monique had informed Hendrix, it was no wonder that he was at the
station.
She admitted, "Since you've decided to go back to him, you should have a good talk with him. No
matter what happened between Andrea and him, you are his wife. You still have to live such a long
time with him in the future. Therefore, Arianna, now that you are married, you'd better put effort to
maintain a harmonious relationship. Don't make a mess of yourself. It's tiring to live like this."
Of course I knew that. I sighed and responded, "It's a pity that we just had a quarrel. Hendrix slammed
the door and left."
"Another fight?" Monique was a little speechless. "Can't you just talk with him nicely?"
"What can we talk about? He can't let go of Andrea, but he refused to divorce me. Monique, where
should I start?"
"You can divorce him! Make it legal, write in on paper so that everything is fixed and clear. Then none
of you needs to care about the other person anymore."
I hoped to do so, but it might not be that simple. I threw the towel aside, sat on the chaise longue, and I
sighed, "I met Aaron at the train. And we bumped into Hendrix at the gate when we walked out of the
station. Hendrix was deeply convinced that there's something between Aaron and me. So, he doesn't
want to divorce at all."
"D*mn!" Monique cursed, and she didn't know what to make out of the mess I was in. "What a f*cking
coincident!"
That was what I thought.
"What are you going to do?" she was concerned.
Holding the phone, I answered powerlessly, "I don't know. Under such circumstances, I only hope that I
can give birth to the baby safely."
I was getting heavier. There was no reason not to give birth to this baby. Moreover, Aaron was right. I
was like an isolated island. I didn't feel like I belonged anywhere.
But the child was the only person who could make me feel at ease. Therefore, I didn't have a reason to
terminate the pregnancy, and it's definitely not because of Hendrix.
This child was my only salvation!
By the time I had finished talking with Monique, it was already dark outside. Someone knocked on the
door of the bedroom.
I opened the door to see Minnie standing outside, with a bowl of freshly boiled chicken soup in her
hand. She lovingly looked at me and asked, "Are you hungry? Mr. Roberts asked me to make some
chicken soup for you."
Truth be told, I had no appetite for the time being. I had a late lunch, during which Aaron had forced me
to eat a lot. However, looking at Minnie's smile, I didn't have the heart to refuse her.
"Well, thank you, Minnie."
I reached out to take the soup, but she stopped me hastily. "Let me do it. It's too hot, and it may scald
your hands!"
Minnie brought the bowl into the bedroom, and, wiping her hands on her apron, she peered at me. "Did
Mr. Roberts and you argue just now?"
Since we made a huge commotion earlier, it was normal for her to overhear it downstairs.
I went to sit down at the side of the table. Then, I blandly responded while nodding, "Yeah."
She sighed and tried to persuade me, "You young people are quick-tempered. Just sit down and have
a talk if you don't see eye-to-eye on something. There's no need for quarrel. It's not good for your
health!"
I smiled faintly and refused to say more. What happened between a couple was like wearing a pair of
shoes - only the wearer knew where the shoe pinched.
"Arianna," Minnie took a seat beside me and held my hand. Sounded worried, she added, "You've
married Mr. Roberts for almost three years. I've taken care of Mr. Roberts since he was young. He's
impatient and reticent. He won't usually say many things aloud. Most of the time, he'd just keep them in
his heart."