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.

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

it, so I called him,

me. After some

of pain in my heart 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

concern as people would at least ask that. I couldn't understand why the man whom I had accompanied for two years did not

I wanted to

I could not resist his help. A doctor just could not stand seeing someone injured but

nose into other people's affairs. It was just that I

some words to the nurse and

nodded and expressed my gratitude, "Thank you!" Josiah left and the nurse started to rinse my wound. Looking at the blisters on my hand, she looked

matter!" I would just take

blisters, the nurse had to poke

hold on any longer, she said, "It will hurt, so you

"Alright!"

was pain, but it was nothing compared to the hurt in my heart. I could feel my heart was being stretched and my chest was being squeezed in a

she finished cleaning the wound. I was ready to go back