My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Hendrix, who was watching from aside, made his way towards Andrea. He looked at Andrea and said in his clear voice, "Why are you still awake?"

Andrea acted as if she was unaware of his presence before that. She was delicate and coy at the moment, and she tugged the end of his shirt as soon as she saw Hendrix in order to pull him to sit on the edge of the bed. She hugged him and said, "Uh...I've slept too much during the day, so I can't fall asleep. Why are you here?"

"I came to see you!" Hendrix looked at me as he spoke to Andrea. His gaze fell on the back of my hand and he frowned before he ordered, "Go and treat the wound."

The words sounded aloof, and it did not show any sign of compassion or concern.

Andrea cuddled him with apology and guilt on her face, "I am sorry for being careless and scalded Arianna."

Hendrix stroked her hair, and his expression remained calm. Anyway, he did not seem to have any intention of blaming her.

My heart was beating fast as if I was no way to retreat, and my heartfelt so painful that I could hardly breathe. So I trudged out of the room.

In fact, losing the bet was within my expectation, but I still clung to the hope that Hendrix would probably give me a word out of concern, even when he just asked "Does it hurt?" was enough to make me stronger.

But in the end, I got nothing from him, not even a sight of sympathy.

the corridor until a barrel-chested man got in my way. It was Josiah, who frowned

so I

me. After some time, he

as if it had been punctured by a million times over by tiny pins. The tears had welled up from the corner of my eyes and I could feel the wind caressing my face, as

anyone would show concern as people would at least ask that. I couldn't understand why the man whom I had

hand was lifted up, and I wanted to withdraw it before it was pulled even

that so I could not resist his help. A doctor just could not stand seeing someone

nose into other people's affairs.

words to the nurse and looked at me, "Give your cooperation and get

the nurse started to rinse my wound. Looking at the blisters

would just

poke it to clean the

couldn't hold on any longer, she said, "It will hurt, so

"Alright!"

was nothing compared to the hurt in my heart. I could feel my heart was being stretched

nurse then passed me some messages after she finished cleaning the wound. I was ready to go back to Andrea's room but I came to a stop when I