My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

For a moment, I was confused. I looked up at him and saw him put out the cigarette butt in the ashtray. After a moment, I realized what he meant. I pursed my lips and said, "No!"

He asked the question only after we did it. I couldn't think of anything else except the passiveness during the process.

Since I got pregnant, I had never thought of receiving any treatment. I suffered from so many illnesses, and having one more wouldn't make a difference. S~ᴇaʀᴄh the FindNøvᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Looking up at him, I said indifferently, "If you can't feel anything, you can do it with someone else in the future."

Hendrix frowned as he stared at me. "Someone else? Arianna, you really have no boundaries. I asked you to get treatment because I was afraid that you would feel pain. You are either mentally or physically ill."

Suddenly, the room looked dark, and I started to feel suffocated. I frowned, feeling caved in and claustrophobic, "Did you just discover that I'm ill? I have so many illnesses. How are you going to treat them?" After that, without waiting for his reaction, I slipped out of his arms, and went to the bathroom.

When I came out, he was sitting on the bed with his lower body covered with a blanket. He was holding his mobile phone in his hand while he looked at me and said, "Josiah is downstairs. You can get changed and... get your illness treated!"

I...

towel aside, I said lightly, "He can't cure my

"He's a doctor.

Saunders that I felt nothing. What do you

of this, I stopped. I knew

don't get aroused for. So, Mr. Roberts, please get your illness checked first when you have time." Seeing his face turn grim, I went straight out

expected, as soon as I stepped out of the bedroom, I heard a furious voice coming from inside, "Arianna..." There was also the sound of something shattering. I deliberately shut

of desserts for him, but he

back at me and raised his eyebrows.

knows how to

are quite skilled at flattering people."

another sip of tea and frowned. "Did my words sound like

"I

this, he did not speak anymore, as if the

"Arianna, I've cooked something.