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.

leaned against the headboard. His brows were

looked around the room, but I didn't find

minor issue. I'll

you could be cured without taking any medicine, you would have recovered

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

was scorching hot

with me for a while," he said with gentleness in

There was no reason not to take

eat something first.

voice was 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

phone, 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

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

time with a hint of smile in his

picked up the spoon and fed him the

was brought beside his mouth, he seemed surprised. He looked down and

deep eyes, I sighed, but

noticed that he had no intention of refusing. Looking at the bottom of the