Female Novel
Chapter 383
He paused and aggressively reached over to make sure that I was looking him in the eye. "Are you not
angry because you think me unnecessary, or is it because you find me disdainful?"
I was stunned by what he said.
He continued to stare hard at me as he asked, "Do you keep thinking that I would protect Andrea
because you don't actually think of me as your husband who would help you with your problems, who
would stand by your side?"
I pursed my lips and did not speak. I just kept looking at him.
After a pause, I said, "No!"
Andrea was nothing but a responsibility to him. Even though he was aware of a lot of things, he would
not still be able to completely ignore her because of Casper.
Moreover, now that people knew that both Andrea and I were childless, they probably thought that
things had finally gotten even, and that I would probably finally feel relieved about things.
They probably thought that I should no longer hate nor hold a grudge against Andrea.
From a bystander's point of view, it was easy to think of this as something that was done and dusted.
Hendrix sneered. "You have never treated me like the child's father, nor have your ever cared about me
even as a married couple. When you lost your child, Irvin was the one you depended on, and now
you've got Aaron's help when you need it. Basically, anytime you have a problem, you would never
come to me for help. What the hell am I to you, Ariana? An insignificant piece of toy?"
I felt like laughing as I looked at him. "Hendrix, you are the one who cares so much about Andrea, and
you're the one who can't let go of her. When sh*t happened to me, you weren't there for me, yet you
came to Andrea's aid anytime she needed you. I'm not God, so I can't really say for sure what you are
to me."
I had already been very tolerant with him about how much he cared for Andrea. I didn't even blame him
for not getting angry about what happened to our child. As a matter of fact, I had been so tolerant that
when Andrea needed him, I would persuade him to go and take care of her. I did all of this, yet
somehow, he still wasn't satisfied.
He looked at me, his gaze low and restrained.
After a long pause, he finally said, "Tell me, what should I do then?"
I did not like this attitude of his at all. Frustrated and irritated at him, I said, "You don't have to do
anything for me. Just do whatever you want. If you want to take care of Andrea, then just go to her."
He breathed out in anger. His gaze was frigid, and a cruel, cold smile made its way to his face. He sat
up and took out a packet of cigarettes from his pocket. "Arianna, you're such a great person. Am I
supposed to be grateful to have met such a gracious, gentle, and virtuous wife like you?"
His words dripped with sarcasm and mockery.
I pursed my lips and replied indifferently, "How sweet of you to say so, Mr. Roberts."
I was obviously saying this out of anger and pettiness.
He took a long puff of his cigarette, looked at me with heavy eyes and said, "Are you sure you want to
keep arguing like this?"
I nonchalantly said, "Arguing? I wasn't aware that we were arguing."
He sneered, put out the cigarette, and turned to me. "Must you talk to me this way?"
"What do you mean? I'm only saying everything you want to hear, no?"
He took a deep breath, trying to control his anger. "What do you mean by that? Can you stop projecting
your assumptions about me? What are you trying to say, and what exactly are you trying to do? We
don't have to say these things to hurt each other. We're husband and wife, not enemies. Don't you get
it, Ariana? There's no need to keep pinpointing who's at fault even when we're arguing."novelbin