My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

I nodded. I took a breath and said, "Doctor Saunders, can we talk?"

He frowned and raised his hand to take a glimpse at the watch on his wrist. He raised his eyebrows, "Are you sure you want to talk to me at this time?"

It was eleven at night, so it still wasn't too late in the night.

I nodded and said, "It won't take long, just wanted to have a few words with you."

He curled his lips and walked to the living room. He sat down and put the medical kit in his hands away. He looked at me and said, "Sure!"

I sat down in front of him. I handed him a glass of water and asked, "Doctor Saunders, have you seen Monique recently?"

He raised his eyebrows and set eyes on me in a deep and distant way. He knitted his brows, "No, what's wrong?"

I felt very upset and added, "She's not here anymore!"

As I spoke, my hands trembled but I still stared at him seriously. I noticed that his hands too was trembling as he held the glass of water in his hands.

Afterwards, he pursed his lips, glanced at me and replied, "She's not here anymore...what does that mean?"

"She's dead!" I felt a lump in my throat and lowered my head subconsciously to hold back the tears in my eyes.

He narrowed his eyes and asked deeply and quietly, "How did

I lied. I didn't want to tell him about the child. Since it was Monique's request, I would continue keeping it a secret. He pursed his lips and

nodded. "She

stared at me, his eyes a dark, bottomless pit. "Was it

was!" I

long silence ensued. Cold air weighted down in

expression on his face. He got up and looked at me coldly.

for a

He got up and walked out of the villa with the

Monique was just a passer- by whom he didn't even bother

word, she could not help but asked curiously, "What's wrong with Doctor Saunders? He was fine when he arrived bu why

Minnie, setting my eyes on

came in just now. But he didn't respond at all. He almost bumped into me in

before. Does this mean that Monique isn't that

pain in my heart, turned my back away

was appalled when I saw Hendrix had changed into a suit and his hair was neatly combed. I asked,

me indifferently and said with an extremely

head. "It's not that, it's just very late now. Plus, it's snowing outside and you're sick. It's not good for

sneered mockingly. "What's