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, I pointed

a while, I thought he'd ignore me. Nonetheless, he suddenly stood up and asked, "What

to tug at his clothes and demanded, "I want fried chicken, grilled

take me home. It's hard for

before uttering with a slight annoyance, "I'll

became serious as he warned, "You'd better stay

out. Hence, I pressed the call bell and a nurse came in shortly after. When she learned the situation, she pulled the needle

asked, desperately wishing

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

did she know that I was Mrs.

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 you. For a grown man like him, he looked

Was Hendrix anxious for me? Or for the child? "Penny for your thoughts?" Hearing the low voice, I looked up and saw that

point, Hendrix had entered the room. He was clutching a stack

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 at home." sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FɪndNovᴇl.nᴇt website

free of his embrace. "Hendrix, put me down. I can walk on