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

I said, "The baby was premature, so she's in poor health. Plus, she has never had breast milk. Even though she's already three months old, she still looks like a newborn. Hendrix, I've been an orphan since I was young, and I was lucky that my grandma

how to accept others' love. But something in my heart told me that I

same for me. I would take good 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

fact, I had always known what he wanted; he only needed me and wanted

particularly bright. We looked at each other as I struggled to force

of me and took two steps

of guts!" Seeing that he was about to turn his back away

you first more so than anyone else. But I'm scared that I

"So, you disregarded my feelings? You had

I didn't want to hurt you. It's just that I'm too insecure. I'm afraid that

moment. His slender and tall body stiffened. He reached out his arms to pull

for a while, 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 go, nor I will I

too stupid to know how to manage this marriage.