My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

"Hendrix, no! I'll get an infection!" I screamed frantically. Andrea just had her miscarriage, therefore Hendrix could not touch her. It was the same for me, but I could understand why he acted like that. I panicked when he did not stop. "Hendrix, the doctor said that we can't do it for a month. Please."

I was on the verge of tears.

He probably noticed the pleading in my voice and eventually stopped dead in his tracks. He held me in his arms quietly and pressed his thin lips against my collarbone.

After a long pause, he was breathing normally again. He let go of me and his eyes were dark as he asked, "Are you hungry?"

Suddenly, my stomach growled and I felt very embarrassed. I nodded and smiled awkwardly. "I haven't eaten anything today."

Hendrix was taken aback. His eyes landed on the cucumber from earlier before giving me a complicated look. He asked again, "You were planning to eat a cucumber?"

I nodded and replied, "There's a greasy smell in the kitchen. I didn't want to cook either, so I washed some cucumbers."

He lowered his eyes and the corners of his lips curled. He looked as though he was smiling but he was seemingly at a loss.

Shortly after, he got up and went into the kitchen. When he doubled back, he was holding a bowl of noodles. He had even cracked two eggs on it.

staring at him blankly. He noticed my expression and raised his eyebrow. "Come and

Josiah had told me earlier that day. If I was honest with

that Hendrix had only made a bowl

in response and motioned me to eat before lowering his head to check

Yet, after a few mouthfuls, I felt nauseated and

had just eaten and my stomach felt worse than ever. "Does

explained, "No. I haven't eaten anything for the whole day, so my stomach probably couldn't handle it when I started eating. I'm just a little nauseated from it." Then, he helped me up and dragged me to the second floor. I was

"What's wrong?" I asked.

his suit and changed into something more casual. After that, he peered at me and said, "Get dressed, we're going out to eat.

swiftly, "I'm not hungry. Even if we go out, I won't have the appetite to eat. I'm not

me and

be honest, I was

about it, I changed my clothes and

crowded and lively. Hendrix was driving as he glanced at me from the corner of his eyes. He asked, "What

thought for a moment and replied, "Something