My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

"So, you took it for granted?" he sneered as he spoke. If I weren't lying on the hospital bed, he would undoubtedly have torn me apart. "Arianna, listen to me carefully. This is my child, you'd better take good care of it!"

It was my first time seeing Hendrix behaving so. He seemed extremely furious, yet delighted at the same time.

I couldn't speak. Based on his tone, the child should be fine.

Soon after, a doctor came in and explained my condition. He turned to Hendrix awkwardly and said, "This is a very delicate stage of her pregnancy. Do try to keep yourself in check next time."

I pursed my lips and looked at Hendrix, who nodded at the doctor with an unfathomable expression on his face.

Fortunately, nothing serious had happened to the baby. I was only bleeding due to the stress I had been under recently.

The doctor continued briefing us on what to watch out for and then left, leaving me with Hendrix in silence.

I knew that he was furious and had no desire to stay in the hospital any longer. Thus, I said to him, "Hendrix, shall we go home?"

I took a deep breath before continuing, "I haven't had dinner. I'm really hungry now." Then,

had remained silent for a while, I thought he'd ignore me. Nonetheless, he suddenly stood up and asked, "What do you want

smile. I proceeded to tug at his clothes

only wanted to make him take me home. It's hard for me to stay

before uttering with

expression became serious as he

was almost out. Hence, I pressed the call

medication?" I asked, desperately wishing

and replied, "No, Mrs. Roberts. Please lay down and rest for a

stunned. How did she

nurse cleaned up the medicine bottle and gazed at me with some envy, saying, "Mrs. Roberts, your husband is so kind to you. When you were in the operating room earlier, he never left. He seemed so anxious as he waited outside for

anxious for me? Or for the child? "Penny for your thoughts?" Hearing the low voice, I

He was clutching a stack of papers

head to peer into the medicine bag he was carrying. He picked me up in his arms while he answered, "Progesterone. It's prescribed for you to take it

carried me out of the room, I frantically tried to break free of his embrace. "Hendrix, put me down. I