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.

His brows were slightly furrowed as if

looked around the

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

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

as he held onto

was scorching hot and his breath was

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

was no

eat something first. Then, eat

filled with joy. 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 got

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

the phone, I placed the cooked porridge in

a hint of smile in his cold eyes. "If I said I

picked up the spoon

his mouth, he

with deep eyes, I sighed, but didn't

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