My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Andrea was upset. But after Hendrix had left, she bit her lip and refused to let Evan support her. She turned to glare at me and said, "Arianna, I know you did it on purpose." I sincerely apologized, "Sorry, I didn't mean it." I panicked. That was why I dragged her.

After Evan sent Andrea off, Hendrix came out of his office with a first aid kit in his hand. He walked up to me and kneeled by my side.

Looking at me, he said, "Give me your hand!"

I pursed my lips and gave him my hand. When I fell to the ground on all fours, I grazed my palm. I felt a burning pain at that time, but I didn't notice that it was bleeding.

Now that Hendrix pulled my hand over and opened my palm, I realized that it was more severe than I expected. Seeing my wound, he frowned, "Hang on, it's going to hurt a little."

I nodded and bit my lip in anticipation of the pain.

My skin was raw around the wound, revealing the delicate flesh inside. Hendrix dipped a cotton swab into an antiseptic solution, then cleaned the wound with it. It was so painful that I instinctively wanted to pul my hand back, but he held my hand firmly and said, "I'll finish shortly."

I grimaced at the pain, "Just simply clean it," Handling with too much care would only prolong my agony.

After applying the ointment, he looked at me gloomily. "Let me check your knee."

I shook my head, wanting to go back to my office as soon as possible. Plus, I was wearing a skirt, so he couldn't tell if he didn't look carefully.

ignored me and lifted the hem of my skirt to reveal a wound slightly larger than the one on my palm. It

my

speaking, he decided to be heavy-handed. I gasped from

to handle the wound,

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on my lips, I refused to say a word more. In the meantime, Hendrix had finished wrapping my wound and tidied up the first aid kit. After that, he took out the breakfast containers that Evan had

finish all these foods. Plus, I already had some a while

he had taken out all the containers, he said, "Finish everything, then lie down

asked, "Hendrix, do you think you're rearing a pig?"1 There was no way

nodded and cocked his eyebrows, "Yes, two little

could I

dug my own

hesitation, I continued, "And I have to go back to my

went to his seat and made a

stack of documents. She looked at me, then at Hendrix, and made eyes at me, "Director, these

documents down and