My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

"Is it because of Hendrix?" Monique asked and sighed. "Arianna, pregnant ladies tend to get emotional easily. Perhaps you're just overthinking it." After a pause, she added, "Why don't I contact lan and ask him to come back and have a look at you? He might be able to help you."

I agreed. Someone opened the door, and it was Hendrix.

I continued to talk on the phone, "Take good care of yourself over there."

"Okay!" To which Monique replied. She hesitated for a moment, and added, "Don't tell Josiah that I'm here."

Hendrix had already walked towards me, holding a bowl of plums in his hands.

"I won't," I quickly replied with a short answer, and I hung up the phone.

Since I had ended the call, he sat down beside me and brought a plum to my mouth while saying gently, "Try this."

I shook my head. I really didn't want to eat it.

Seeing that I didn't like it, Hendrix didn't force me. Instead, he stayed in the room with

he brought the documents from his study over to the bedroom, and he started reading

didn't have anything to do anyway, so I picked a book to

half- awake

phone rang, he raised his head to take a quick glance at me. He then went back to

picked up the phone and went

"lan!"

thought you were dead," lan hadn't

words, I asked,

further his study in psychology. I was an indifferent person to begin with. And I had married Hendrix

aren't you?

to talk about it. So I averted the subject,

was drinking water. After a while, he continued, "Come to Mesville when you have time. Monique told me about your symptoms. You might have depression, just like before. Come to Mesville, and talk to

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