My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

How long had it been since I looked at him like this? I thought.

He opened his eyes suddenly and our eyes met. I was stunned.

"Good morning," he said. As he had just woken up, his voice was a bit hoarse. He raised his hand and tucked the hair on my forehead behind my ear, and then he just looked at me in silence.

I felt awkward under his gaze. Faking a cough, I propped up myself and was ready to get up. But Hendrix pressed onto my waist and cocked his eyebrow. "Where are you going?" "Out of bed!" I tried to move, but I was held down by him.

I frowned, "Hendrix, let go of me!"

He remained indifferent, and he pinned me to the bed, putting his hand on my baby bump. I was five months into the pregnancy, and I could already vaguely feel the fetal movement. As if he sensed the baby's movement in my belly, Hendrix smiled and exclaimed, "He's

moving!"

His child-like behavior amused me, and I laughed, "Well, and I want to get up."

But he was in high spirits. He seated himself on the bed and assisted me against the headboard, motioning me to lie down. He then tilted his head and placed his ear on my bump.

back upright, and he asked while looking at me with a smile, "Do

for words. Sure enough, the intelligence

can go and read some books on pregnancy. Maybe you can learn something useful

from behind.

away. Yet when I looked down at them, I couldn't help but frown. There were a few scars on his arms, and they were all abrasions.

my gaze. He withdrew his hand and asked, "What do you want

say anything. The room

down beside me, took my hands, and caressed them. We seemed to be intimate, but whatever relationship we

to ask him this way, but I

I drew back my hand and

have an answer was perhaps the best answer than hearing him telling me that all the injuries

would rather be a fool. It would

the bed. He fixed his

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"My injuries."