My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

I couldn't help but be stunned by his question. It seemed that he had listened to some of our conversations. "What are you talking about?" I pretended to be clueless and retorted out of guilt.

I felt a little flustered as he approached me, exuding an overwhelming aura. I panicked, not knowing what to do for a moment. I rapidly covered my lower abdomen and frowned, "Oh, my stomach hurts!" As I yelped, I quickly crouched down.

Hendrix stopped in his tracks then walked up to me, pulled me up, and said with his brows knitted together, "Let's go to the hospital!"

I was speechless.

Was I shooting myself in the foot?

"No..."

I rejected him too quickly, and his eyes narrowed slightly as he stared at me. He regarded me suspiciously, "Arianna, you don't seem to want to go to the hospital, do you?"

help feeling a little sad. I looked at him with red eyes and blurted, "I fear the feeling of lying unconscious

froze at this. After some time, he whipped

sleeve and exclaimed with tears threatening to fall out of my eyes, "Hendrix, I really don't want to go to the hospital!" Besides,

down and grab something to eat," he said as he glanced at me with a pair of cold and

my heart. The day before, he had helped me, as well as his compliance right then, he didn't seem to be so distant anymore. Humans are

down on the table, he went into the kitchen for a while and came out

eggs. I looked at him with a perplexed expression. He glanced at me indifferently and then uttered in a low voice, "Josiah will come to visit you later. You don't have to go to the company for the time being. Although the project regarding Richard has been completed,

start treating me differently? Was it

half-boiled eggs in the bowl, I

Josiah came, I was

those specially. There's no need to

hearing his voice. I looked up and spotted him standing next to the dining table, watching me with a medical

my feet.