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.

straight and leaned against the headboard. His

the room, but I didn't

just a minor issue. I'll

my lips, feeling upset. "If you could be cured without taking any medicine, you would have recovered a long

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

body was scorching hot

later. Lie down with me for a

he was sick. There was no reason not to take

him, I frowned a little. "Let's eat something first. Then, eat your

joy. He reached out his hand to scratch my nose and asked, "Since when

didn't want to get injections. So, I asked him to take some medicine first and I

porridge in front of him and said,

of smile in his cold eyes. "If

surprised for a moment. Then, I picked up

beside his mouth, he seemed surprised. He

deep eyes, I

porridge, I noticed that he had no intention of refusing. Looking at the bottom