My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

He curled his lips, looking embarrassed. "So, are you going to feed her your breast milk?"

"What else do you need to do?" He sighed, feeling helpless.

"Yep!" I was an adult and I had given birth before. Glancing at him, I said, "When I delivered, it was natural labor, so I initially had breast milk. Later, because the baby died and there was no stimulation of nursing, no prolactin was secreted, so I didn't have breast milk anymore."

He furrowed his brows. "So, you're planning to do it yourself now?" He sounded a little unhappy. "What did you take last night?"

I decided to tell him the truth. "Some medicine for inducing lactation."

"The doctor advised me to massage my breasts and use other methods as well..." I pursed my lips, trailing off.

"Massage and other methods?" He mocked. "Are you going to massage yourself? And how do you plan to go about the other methods?" His words were dripping with sarcasm.

I pressed my lips together, suppressing my anger. "Hendrix, do you think this funny?"

shut up and

been an orphan since I was young, and I was lucky that my grandma raised me. Now,

know how to love others nor how to accept others' love. But something in my heart told

care of her and love her the best way I can. Hendrix poured in deep, conflicted gaze into me. "What about me? Am I not important to you? Irvin left you with regret, but what about me? What am I to you? Am

always known what he wanted; he only needed me

lights in the bedroom were dim and gloomy, but his eyes looked particularly bright. We looked at each other as I struggled to force words

go of me and took two steps back in defeat. He puckered his

about to turn his back away and leave, I reached out

explain nor quite unravel. "I want to put you first more so than anyone else. But I'm scared that

to glare at me. "So, you disregarded my feelings? You had space for

hurt you. It's just that I'm

tall body stiffened. He reached out his arms to pull me into a hug.

I let myself lean against his chest. He whispered softly to me, "No matter how much we quarrel in the future, we can't simply get a divorce. Arianna, I won't let you

a word. I was too stupid to know how to