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 the time at the clock. It was already

I'll head home then.

I was dumbfounded.

much did you drink?" I

pulled him back to the bed, and I held his face in my hands, "Hendrix, you are at home.

his eyes and took a good long look at me. His gaze softened, and he raised his arm to caress my face, smirking, "You've come to

that

go home!" I helped him up. I planned to take him around the house before coming back to the bedroom. However, he brought us downstairs instead, and

to the master bedroom. The big sandalwood bed in the bedroom was replaced with tatami, which made the

photos, and a baby crib was

and remodeled it into a walk-in wardrobe,

was so engrossed in the baby room earlier. I

dragged me around the room and asked with a foolish

said. He must have remodeled the room's color

in the master bedroom, Hendrix passed out

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