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.

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

looked around the

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

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

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

scorching hot and

with me for a while," he

he was sick. There was no

something first. Then, eat your medicine

out his hand to scratch my nose and asked, "Since when did you become so bossy?" "Your health is

want to get injections. So, I asked him to take

the cooked porridge in front of him and said,

his cold eyes. "If I said I wanted you to feed

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

the porridge was brought beside his mouth, he seemed

me with deep eyes, I sighed,

of porridge, I noticed that he had no intention of refusing. Looking at the bottom of the empty bowl, I looked at him and asked,