My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Several years later, he did not overturn his eager feelings toward me. Instead, he slowly entered my life and memory little by little.

The process was not enthusiastic. But it was hard to refuse, or even push away.

I cooked some porridge for him. When I arrived at the hotel, Hendrix was lying quietly on a large, white bed.

He seemed to be asleep with the back of his hand on his forehead.

His face was pale. I put the porridge aside and sat beside him. I felt an indescribable surge of emotion.

If we hadn't gone wrong from the start, perhaps we would not have reached this point, where both of us were carefully looking forward to the future.

I held his hand lightly. I was afraid that I would wake him up.

However, he was vigilant and woke up within seconds. He opened his eyes and his gaze landed on my face. His usually cold, distant gaze relaxed as he smiled.

"Aren't you resting today? Why are you here?" His voice was hoarse and he sounded a little tired.

"You're sick, so I came to visit you!" I said and pulled back my hand. I wanted to get the porridge, but he held on.

"Did Evan tell you?" he asked.

His brows were slightly furrowed as if he was

the medicine?" I looked around the room, but I didn't find any trace

minor issue. I'll be

without taking any medicine, you would have

palm. But as he held onto it, I lost my balance and fell into his

hot

me for a while," he said with gentleness in his

sick. There was no reason

"Let's eat something first.

and asked, "Since when did you become so bossy?" "Your health is

bring the medicine. I thought that Hendrix didn't want to get injections. So, I asked him to take some medicine

porridge in front of

a long time with a hint of smile in his cold eyes. "If I said I wanted you to feed me, would you

moment. Then, I picked up the spoon and fed

brought beside his mouth, he seemed surprised. He looked down

me with deep eyes, I sighed, but didn't say

few sips of porridge, I noticed that he had no intention of refusing. Looking