My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Hendrix looked up at me in a daze and asked, "Have you eaten yet?"

I nodded and sighed. He must have drunk more than his usual intake. I wanted to pour him a glass of water, but he stopped me from getting up.

He pulled me down to sit on his lap and narrowed his eyes as he asked, "Where are you going?"

"To pour you a glass of water," I answered. He was acting like a child.

He nodded, "I'll go with you!" He tried to stand up, but he lost his balance and sat back down.

"Just be good and stay here, I will bring it to you," I could only coax him. He was already so drunk, yet he still wanted to go with me.

I got up and poured him a glass of water, but he didn't take the glass from me, his arms draped lazily beside him. I couldn't help but sigh at the sight of him like that. Then I raised the glass towards him and said, "Open your mouth."

"Arianna," he squinted at me.

He stopped talking as soon as I started feeding him the water. I wanted to take off his shirt, but he held onto me and said, "Don't move."

I checked

stood up, "Alright, I'll head home then. It's dangerous to leave Arianna home

I was dumbfounded.

how much did you drink?"

his face in my hands, "Hendrix, you are at home. Take a good look at me. I am

at me. His gaze softened, and he raised his arm to caress my face, smirking, "You've come to pick me up. Let's go

that he had

him around the house before coming back to the bedroom.

the master bedroom. The big sandalwood bed in the bedroom was

with our wedding photos, and a baby

wardrobe and remodeled it into a walk-in wardrobe, making

engrossed in the baby room earlier. I didn't notice

asked with a foolish smile on his face, "Do you

the room's color palette to a warmer shade

after he showed me around in the master bedroom, Hendrix passed out on

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