My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

I looked at him and saw myself in his pupils. "What have I done that is tormenting you?" I paused, and I thought of something. I couldn't help but laugh. "Oh right, you should be with your lover at this hour. It is indeed torturing for you to be called back by Minnie."

Ignoring his cold and menacing expression, I faked an apology. "I'm really sorry. I promise that these kinds of things won't happen again. It's late. I should go to bed, and you'd better go back to your lover." "Arianna!" He suppressed his rage. "Why must you talk like this? Are you trying to dig your own grave?" sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FɪndNøvel.ɴᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

I cocked my brows at him and replied indifferently, "You think too much."

"You -" Simmering in anger, Hendrix picked me up from the tub and put me onto the bed rigidly.

I pulled the blanket and covered myself with it. He sneered, "It's not like I haven't seen it before."

Ignoring him, I pursed my lips and looked around the bed for clothes, but there was none. Instead, I saw Hendrix taking off his wet suit coat.

Half of his shirt was wet, and it stuck to his muscular chest. It was tempting, but I scowled, "Hendrix, I don't want to have sex with you."

unbuttoning his shirt, and he scoffed, "You're pretty confident in my

shirt aside. Then, he unbuckled his belt and bent over to take off his pants. That was when I noticed the bloody scars on his back. I

indeed badly injured in

his scars. He frowned and said, "I will do the same no matter who it is at that

didn't say anything. I withdrew my gaze and pulled the blanket over

after that. Later that night, I had a high fever. It was so bad that my mouth and throat were dry. I tried to get the water from the bedside table, but I failed and even

quick to pull me back to the bed. He seemed to have been woken by me, and he asked in a hoarse

voice. It took me a long time to

and got up to pour me some water. I

Then he got up and put on his clothes. I grabbed the hem of his clothes and said in discomfort, "I can't go to the hospital!" After all, neither

forehead. "I'll ask Josiah to come over then." With that, he

saying a few sentences, he hung up the phone and went into the bathroom. When he came out, he put a wet

I didn't notice when Josiah arrived. But I was a little sober