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 room, but I didn't find any

a minor issue. I'll

cured without taking any medicine, you would

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

was scorching hot and his breath

eat later. Lie down with me for a

was no reason not to take

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

scratch my nose and asked, "Since when did you become

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 would check his situation

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

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

moment. Then, I picked up

beside his mouth, he seemed surprised. He looked down and ate the

me with deep eyes,

that he had no intention of refusing. Looking at the bottom of the empty bowl, I looked at him and asked, "How does it