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 if he was still in

taken the medicine?" I looked around the room,

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

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

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

hot

later. Lie down with me for a while," he said with gentleness

all, he was sick. There was no reason not to take

a little. "Let's eat something first. Then, eat your medicine and

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

to get injections. So, I asked

hanging up the phone, I placed the cooked porridge in front

at me for a long time with a hint of smile in his cold eyes. "If I said I

picked

the porridge was brought beside his mouth, he seemed surprised.

he looked at me with deep eyes,

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