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."

scoffed, "You're pretty confident in my physical strength." He glared at me and continued undressing, "Don't worry, I'm not that

the shirt aside. Then, he unbuckled his belt and bent over to take off his pants. That was

seemed that he was indeed

of his shirt and noticed that I was staring at his scars. He frowned and said, "I will do the same

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

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 almost fell from the

me back to the bed. He seemed to have been

lost my voice. It took me a

me some water. I felt a little better after hydrating, but I was still weak

he touched my forehead. 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 medication nor injection would do good

sweat started to form on his forehead. "I'll ask Josiah to come over then."

the bathroom. When he came out, he put a wet

a little groggy from the fever, so I didn't notice when Josiah arrived. But I was a little sober when I heard him