My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

"Hey! I'm talking about your husband. Don't you want to come and have a look?" Monique was getting impatient, "Andrea was even dressed up! I don't feel good about this."

"Mm," I said, sounding a little bored, "Have you had dinner yet? Why don't you come over and have dinner with me?"

"D*mn!" She didn't know what to make of my indifference, so she went along with me, "I'll pass. I'm going home after shopping."

After hanging up the phone, I left the study room and went to walk around the backyard.

The weather was fine. There was a row of blue flowers in our backyard. The flowers had already blossomed earlier that year, and the flowers were all over the place. The scenery was pleasant to look at. Not long after, the doorbell rang. I turned around to walk towards the entrance, but, at the same time, my phone had started to ring at the same time.

It was Hendrix.

I picked up the phone, but before I could speak, he said, "Open the door. They're here for the baby room. Also, the garden suite upstairs is a little troublesome to sleep in. I asked them to do a makeover on our master bedroom so that you can sleep better."

I opened the door to see a middle-aged man standing outside. He looked at me and said, "Mrs.

here to set up

I

said over the phone, "Where are

I've ordered soup for you for

seemed like he had

the phone then,"

artificial landscape in the yard, a surge

care of others. If he really cared about someone, he would spoonfeed

of him. Yet, I couldn't help

was delivered to me. Albert even brought some dishes that were

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For instance, other than those I broke to pieces, Hendrix stored the rest

warmer shade of color. They even changed the brown sofa to an elegant blue sofa, and

colors. The baby room was mostly painted in sky blue. It already looked amazing. The room

teary. "Did he do all of that because of me or because of the