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.

and leaned against the headboard. His brows were slightly

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

lightly. "It's just a minor issue. I'll be fine after

"If you could be cured without taking any medicine, you would have recovered a long time ago.

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

hot and his breath

eat later. Lie down with me for a while,"

was sick. There was

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

to scratch my nose and asked, "Since when did you

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

in front of him and said, "Take this.

a long time with a hint of smile in his cold eyes. "If

moment. Then, I picked up the spoon and fed him the

his mouth, he seemed surprised. He looked down and ate the

looked at me with deep eyes, I sighed,

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