My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

I didn't say anything. I felt a little dizzy, my lower abdomen hurt, and blood kept gushing out from my lower body. And everything pointed to the fact that we might lose our child. How should I put it? I felt pain, but it wasn't from my lower abdomen. It was from my heart.

It was as if something was stuck in my throat, suffocating me.

Hendrix got out of bed and hit the chaise longue that was by the bed. Perhaps his legs were weak.

I didn't say a word but just looked at him emotionlessly.

He found his phone and swiped the screen with his shaking fingers. After some time, he finally made the call.

When someone picked up the call at the other end, Hendrix rushed his words, trembling, "She's bleeding. I need an ambulance. There's so much blood." Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ FɪndNøvel.ɴᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

He then hung up the phone, stumbled into the bathroom, and came out with a towel in his hand.

He walked near the bedside and kneeled, trying to clean the blood. But it was useless. I wouldn't stop bleeding.

I looked at him calmly, and my gaze was slowly getting unfocused.

a panic. He didn't know what to do. I saw all those emotions shown in his eyes, but I didn't feel anything

look at me. Seeing that he had no way of stopping the bleeding, he took out a set of clothes from the wardrobe and helped me put them on. He picked me up from the bed. I

from the front yard.

villa. Hendrix put me on the stretcher and looked at me with conflicted emotions. I closed my eyes. I didn't want to see

state of mind when I was in the operating

rift between Hendrix and I was getting wider no matter whether we could keep the child. Our relationship was

if you're sleepy. We'll try our best to keep the child. Don't worry," the operating doctor gently

and

was still awake when I was pushed out of the

was pale. When he saw the doctor, he came forth to

brought over in time. Both she and the child are alright. Mr. Roberts, you need to control your urges. Mrs. Roberts has polycystic ovary syndrome, and the probability o conceiving a baby

nodded. It had only been a few hours, but he seemed to

sent into the ward. I was exhausted, so I fell asleep soundly

The next day.

my eyes, a nurse was changing my IV fluids. I rubbed

the fluids. She paused for a bit before answering me, "It's Mr. Roberts and Miss Burton. Miss