My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Hendrix had been strict about my diet in the villa recently. Because of him, I didn't have any cold drinks for a long time. I was craving it in such weather like this.

"The restaurant is air-conditioned, and I've ordered juice for you. You will feel better after taking a few sips of it!" As he said this, he gestured to the waiter to lower the temperature. I rested my chin on my hands, glaring at him, I hissed, "I don't want to eat anymore. I want to go home!"

However, I was held on the chair by Hendrix. "Evan will send you back after lunch."

I didn't want to argue with him. But instead, I leaned against the table weakly, glaring at Hendrix, and mumbled under my breath like a child, "Hendrix, I'm not your pet."

Hendrix quirked his eyebrows, and he pushed the juice the waiter had served to the front of me. He smiled, "Who would keep such a disobedient pet?"

I remained silent. Staring blankly at the empty road outside the window, I suddenly felt that it would be great if we were able to

be like this in the future.

I imagined my future with him and the child, living a peaceful and fulfilling life together. Sometimes we would quarrel, but most of the time, our home would be filled with laughter. Truth be told, I wouldn't complain about it.

I should just close my eyes to those that could be

a lot of food with. If it

hanging up, Hendrix looked at me and asked, "What else do

full to the point that it was uncomfortable. "I'll throw up if I eat

later. I'm going back to the company for a meeting.

in my chair, and motioned him to go ahead if he had something to

the restaurant. He parked right outside the restaurant and was waiting for me. I said, "Evan, if you have something to do, go ahead! I'm too full. I want to walk around to help with the digestion." Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the FɪndNøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access

be busy with work

me a

more relaxed. It was quite far from the villa, so I couldn't possibly walk back home. I

I simply walked along the street. The commercial street downtown was full of luxurious brand stores that were well renovated. Then, I remembered that Hendrix's suits were mostly black in color. I found a

for your husband?" The shop assistant

nodded and looked around. In the end, I picked out two sets of suits, one gray and the other royal blue. Although they were no match with the custom-made suits in our home, these were still high-end brands with high quality and

that I had picked out two sets, the shopping guide was surprised and confirmed with me, "Madam, are you sure you are going to

know Hendrix's size. So I took out my cell