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.

He sat up straight and leaned against the headboard. His brows were slightly furrowed

looked around the room, but

just a minor issue. I'll be fine after

without taking any medicine, you would have recovered a long time ago. You wouldn't be like this

my hand from his palm. But as he held onto

hot and his breath was

eat later. Lie down with me for a

all, he was sick. There was no reason

up at him, I frowned a little. "Let's eat something first.

He reached out his hand to scratch my nose and asked, "Since when did you become so bossy?" "Your health is more important!" I said as I

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

cooked porridge in front of him and said, "Take this. Then take some

hint of smile in his cold

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

was brought beside his mouth, he seemed

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

that he had no intention of refusing. Looking at the