My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

I shrugged, "Since I've set my mind on dealing with the likes of Valerie, I naturally have my own plans on how I'd like to go about it. I appreciate your kind gesture though."

After that, I went straight into the bedroom. Nerissa followed behind, saying, "Arianna, you don't have to refuse me right away. I know you have a lot of bargaining chips now, so you couldn't be bothered with my intel about Valerie. But have you ever thought about what will happen to your marriage if Andrea is constantly wedged in between you and Hendrix?"

I stopped in my tracks and turned back to look at her, "So, knowing this, you're planning to use Andrea to ruin my marriage?"

She pursed her lips and said unpleasantly, "You don't need to be my enemy at all. I can help you with a lot of things, much more than just this."

I wanted to laugh, but I refrained myself from doing so. I looked at her and said, "All our relationship ever will be is a neutral one. I can't help you with your affairs, and I believe that I have the ability to handle my own. Thus, I hope we can live in harmony in the future." Back in the bedroom, I felt a little uncomfortable because my lower abdomen was aching. I went into the bathroom and found that my period had

come.

After my miscarriage, I'd constantly get unusual discharge and darker-colored blood. It had been a long while since I experienced a regular menstrual cycle. Fortunately, things were slowly getting back to normal.

It was rare to see something pleasant. When Hendrix came back, I was sitting on the sofa in the bedroom, watching TV. I covered myself in a blanket because I felt a little chilly.

He entered the room, his hair slightly moist as he held a bouquet of flowers in his hand.

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I was a little tired, and my waist felt somewhat sore. I replied,

vase and rubbed my cheeks with his palm. His hand was cold to the touch; perhaps I

were you waiting for me?" He pulled me into his arms, smiling from ear to ear. He rubbed

looked at the bouquet he bought, and the presentation and freshness of the flowers indicated that this must not have been

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his face as he said, "So, this is how you're going to treat the flowers I

With an indifferent gaze, I said, "What should I do, then? Sleep with it in my arms, like it's

lips and stopped talking. He then tossed the flowers onto the TV cabinet, then took off his

bathroom. I glanced at the flowers he threw on the cabinet and went to bed,

could feel the blood gushing out from down under like a river. My mood was already pretty bad to begin with; this just made me even more