My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

"Don't make any more calls. If you're tired, just rest!" Hendrix said. He said that obviously out of concern and comfort, but his tone sounded incredibly cold. I nodded and wanted to talk to him about something else, but he had already turned around and left. The bedroom door was slammed shut with a loud bang. Was he angry?

I didn't know what angered him, but things did feel a little strange with him.

That night, Hendrix didn't return to the bedroom, perhaps because of my IV fluid.

Although I was injured, I managed to sleep well that night. I vaguely remember seeing someone standing beside me in a daze.

But I was in such a deep sleep that I couldn't really open my eyes.

The next day.

I was woken up by a chill on my elbow, and when I opened my eyes, I saw Josiah changing the IV drip for me.

My mind went blank for a moment before I finally opened my mouth to speak. "Did

Hendrix send you here, Doctor Saunders?"

He nodded and focused on the task at hand.

Minnie came up with breakfast and looked at me, saying, "Arianna, Mr. Roberts has gone out on his errands. He wants you to have breakfast and rest well at home!"

nodded, feeling a little surprised. Then, I looked at Josiah and asked, "Has there been a lot to do at the office recently? Do you have to work overtime on weekends?" He looked up at

at Minnie and paused a while before asking, "Was he in the

paused and answered, "When I came in the morning, I did see Mr. Roberts coming out of the study, though I don't know

shake the feeling that Hendrix was mad about something. As for what he was mad

Josiah looked plainly at me and gave me a few words of doctorly advice. "You can't walk

Hendrix angry when he called you this

furrowed his brows but didn't say anything. He just packed up the medicine kit and

to think

as he walked through the door. I took the initiative to speak to him first. "Minnie made some good food. I was waiting for you to

was blank

Was he still mad?

and

to worry about for work. The two of you should have a good talk when you can. Well, such is life. One day you're happy, and the next, you could be depressed. As husband and wife, the

me the

all

door of

on the door a few times. After waiting for a long time, only to have no one come to open the door, I decided

When I opened the door, I could