My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

With this, he added, "If you miss me and you miss doing it with me, then let's go home and do it until we're satisfied. This is a hospital, so it's not convenient for us to do that here."

I looked up at him. His features were impeccable and defined, which made him so handsome. I was choked with sobs as I cried out, "Hendrix, don't do this in the future. I'm not worth it. I'm not worth your life." He was stunned. His body stiffened slightly, and his voice was low and muffled. "You are worth it. Everything I do for you is worth it."

I pursed my lips and felt unspeakable discomfort and pain in my heart.

That night, although the bed in the VIP ward was big, it still couldn't compare with the one we had at home. Perhaps because I was still skittish, I didn't sleep well all night.

I kept waking up in the middle of the night. Each time I fall into deep sleep, I would dream of a blurry scene of Hendrix lying in a pool of blood.

After consecutively having the same dream, I was covered in sweat. Hendrix realized I was having a nightmare, so he held me in his arms and patted me on my back to comfort me.

I stared at him, and my heart ached. "Hendrix, you have to die after I do, okay?"

I was afraid. I didn't want to go through those heart-piercing events again.

He pouted and asked in a low voice, "What did you dream of?"

flowing again, and my heart felt like a pit full

always here!" He sighed and stroked

in the hospital. The next day, after

Miller did not continue to investigate Nerissa, she then returned to the

the villa. Hendrix already dismissed

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was in a

asked,

answered and raised my hand

I reached out to unbuckle his belt, Hendrix suddenly held my hand in place, and his breathing sounded heavy and

"You can't get water on your wound. You can't take a shower or bath, so you can only wipe yourself clean with a towel. How are you going to do that yourself?" He frowned. "It's okay. It's not a

pursed my lips and yelled stubbornly, "I'll

intentions, he questioned,

This person...

yourself, you'll reopen the wound." I avoided the topic, suddenly feeling a

down on my hand, and loosened his belt. Then,