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!"

a lot to do at the office recently? Do you have to work overtime

before

Mr. Roberts coming out of the study, though I don't know if he was there all

and I couldn't shake the feeling that Hendrix was mad about something. As for what

looked plainly at me and gave me a few words of doctorly advice. "You can't walk around for these few days. Don't get water on your wounds or do any strenuous

nodded. "Was Hendrix angry when

He just packed up the medicine kit and left without saying

what to think

was pale as he walked through the door. I took the initiative to speak to him first. "Minnie made

at me, and his gaze was blank and void

Was he still mad?

up the stairs and enter the study room,

is not in a good mood. He probably has a lot of things 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,

she handed me the home-cooked food

were all

the 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 opened the door, I could smell a