My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

After I scolded him out of nowhere, he was astounded and asked, "What's wrong?"

I shut up and didn't want to explain myself. I got down of bed, but before my feet could touch the ground, he swiftly carried me and swept me off my feet again, "Sorry, I will control myself next time," he apologized.

I rolled my eyes at him and let him carry me to the bathroom without fighting him. I even brushed my teeth as he held me in his arms.

"Hendrix, if you do this again, we'll sleep separately."

He raised his eyebrows and gave me a confused look. He asked, "Then, what about the things that you did to me?"

I was dumbfounded and didn't know how to react. What did I do and when did I do it?

He pursed his lips, and he grinned with his dark eyes. Only then did I catch a glimpse of the white liquid on his clothes.

When I realized that it was the result of getting my lactation induced, my face burned with embarrassment. I said, "I... I didn't ask for you to carry me!"

He gently smiled and responded, "I'll be more careful next time."

I didn't know what to say.

"But honestly, it's fine. As long as you feed the baby, you won't always have it. Plus, this is a normal state for a parturient woman. Anne will be full from this," he told me as he took off his coat that was covered in white liquid.

ignored him and pushed him out of the bathroom. Then, I washed off everything on

I got out of the bathroom, I found my clothes and changed into them. Hendrix was

changed, he stared at me and suggested, "Let's go

now," I said as I took my bag with

took the two eggs he cooked and handed

and went out of the house with me. After getting in the car, he started the engine and prepared to

he tried to initiate conversation instead. "I've found us two nannies. They can help you for the time being.

agreed, and then

with me, so he continued, "Let's go to the hospital after we bring Anne back

my

a smile, "Don't you want to treat it? Do you want to feel uncomfortable every time

was rendered speechless by him

it treated?" It was caused by a psychological

"If it's an illness, then it can be cured. We just have to consult a doctor on

bad. It's best for you to see a doctor about it, instead of

recently," I replied. He wasn't aware that I barely slept the few days after my child died. But I did

and sinister look made its way to his face. "If every day was

This man...

stared at him emotionlessly. "If you don't touch me, will