My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Perhaps it was due to the heat from recent days, a thunderstorm broke out outside.

The bathroom was deathly silent. I thought Hendrix was angry which played a part in this. After a while, I found out he wasn't.

He calmed down and straightened himself. Looking at me, he said, "Rest well."

Then, he turned around and left.

He was really whimsical indeed.

When Monique walked in, I was still in a daze on the bathroom floor. Seeing me in such a deplorable state, she exclaimed, "Arianna, do you not want to live anymore? Why are you doing this to yourself? Even if you don't love yourself anymore, at the very least, think of the baby!"

She carried me out of the bathroom. I sat somewhat rigidly on the bed and let her dry my hair.

After a long while, I asked Monique, "Do you think a man will fall in love with a woman because of a child?"

Monique paused, thought for a moment, and answered, "It's possible. After all, many women would fall in love with someone they didn't love for the same reason."

there had been many

if the child is gone?" I asked, a

confused.

shocked. She was frightened by my response and asked, "What are you thinking about? It's been two months. You must have the baby. Please

raised a hand to my face, feeling a little frustrated. Recently,

to bed,

appeared again. However, the storm rumbled on outside the window. Monique was afraid that I couldn't fall asleep, so she stayed with

couldn't fall asleep, but it was not because I was afraid. It was just that I was so agitated

I had managed to catch forty winks, I was jolted awake by a phone

risen,

Brilliant Audit has already begun their work with the finance department, but as for

I was in a mess, and it would be easy for me to screw things up. She affirmed and replied, "There is also Advancer Tech, whose operations will

trip in a few

go on a business trip. Hanging up the

find that Monique had already made an omelet for breakfast. She looked at me and said awkwardly, "I'm really sorry, I haven't cooked in a while, so I'm a little rusty." Looking at the burnt omelet on the table, I stifled a laugh and said,