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?"

I couldn't help feeling a little sad. I looked at him with red eyes and blurted, "I fear the feeling of lying unconscious on an

at this. After some time, he whipped me

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

eat," he said as he glanced at me with a pair

as his compliance right then, he didn't seem to be so distant anymore. Humans are greedy animals. Once

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

visit you later. You don't have to go to the company for the time being. Although the project regarding Richard has been completed, you still take responsibility for your mistake. Stay

treating me differently? Was it after knowing that I was

the bowl, I

was still

me and said, "You don't have to eat those specially. There's no need to go on a diet, you can eat anything you want. The fetus isn't

up and spotted him standing next to the dining table, watching me with

my feet.