My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

After the tests, Hendrix consulted with the doctor about the pregnancy while I sat in the corridor absent-mindedly.

I didn't know what the doctor had told Hendrix, but he had been in a foul mood after we got out of the hospital. He frowned slightly at me and asked. "Arianna, do you have something to tell me?"

I chuckled and quipped, "What did the doctor tell you? Did she tell you that the baby isn't yours?"

Hendrix wasn't in the mood to take a joke.

"Stop talking nonsense!" He sounded worried but powerless. "You need to tell me if something is bothering you."

I walked towards the parking lot and flatly said, "I don't want you to meet up with Andrea. Not even giving her a glance or saying a word to her."

After that, I turned back and looked at him. "Can you do that?"

He remained at the same spot, smiling. "Isn't this an unconscionable contract?"

I nodded and stared at him stubbornly. "Every time you meet up with Andrea or talk to her, I won't talk to you for a week. If you can't stay away from her, then I'll divorce you."

He frowned. "Arianna, don't toy with the idea of getting a divorce."

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phone started ringing. Staring at him, I

and his brows knitted together even

rest. Don't think too much about it. I have nothing to do with Andrea in the past, and

and looked at him, and my eyes were a bit sore. He used to take good care of me before Andrea's return. He only convinced himself when he said that he had nothing to do with

and carried me back to the bedroom. Then, he kissed

together and tugged at the corner of his shirt. "Are you

laughter. "Do you think I

and

to see Andrea, I wouldn't know if he

softly, but he still

a day of outdoor errands. Soon, I was fast

for the next few days and didn't go out. Most of

hour every day. Sometimes, he would have to carry me