My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

I had no idea how much he actually drank as I held onto him while he waddled down from the second floor. When Monique saw me from the counter of the bar, she asked, "Do you need any help?" I shook my head and asked while looking at her, "Has he paid the bill yet?"

Monique rolled her eyes at me as she replied, "Oh, please, my bar will soon become his. Why even bother with the bill, right?"

Hendrix was leaning against me. I did not pay much attention to what she said exactly and nodded hastily before helping Hendrix out of the bar.

It took a lot of effort for me to get him into the car. I took a really long time to calm down. I was completely drenched in sweat, even my clothes were soaked.

I finally understood why there was a saying about pregnant women being fragile. It seemed that doing anything physically taxing was enough to make me feel like I was about to fall apart.

I took a glance at the man beside me. His pair of dark eyes were shut and did not seem as menacingly cold as he usually was. He looked significantly more gentle under the shroud of darkness. His eyes were extremely attractive and well-defined. He truly seemed like he was blessed by the gods. He had the looks and the money. Not to mention, even his body was impressively fit. He truly stood out even amongst the most flawless people.

Just as I was getting lost in my thoughts, he suddenly opened his eyes while my eyes were completely fixated on him. Both our eyes met, making my heart race and I got flustered.

"Whoa!" I was startled as the manly scent that was mixed with the burning scent of alcohol and tobacco engulfed me. He gently bit on the tip of my tongue and it hurt me.

and wondered why exactly did Hendrix suddenly kiss

a little, making my head buzz. He only released me when

puzzled look. He did not seem so heartless and cold at this moment. Instead, his gaze looked

"Hendrix-"

laying back down on the seat and

at a loss

was actually asleep or taking a break, hence I decided to start the car to immediately return to the mansion. Hendrix's statement was still bugging

not despise this

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never let go of in his lifetime. Even if he never cared

the child, it would only further complicate things. Getting a child involved in the squabbles between the three

best for everyone if I left. At the very least,

at the entrance of the mansion. I nearly broke down since getting Hendrix up

the car and approached Hendrix's side of the car. I opened the door and tugged Hendrix's sleeve

had an upset stomach and he was having a hard time falling asleep. He woke up