My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Looking at the mess in the kitchen, it was likely that she had put the glass bowl on the stovetop, causing it to shatter.

She had stopped sobbing. It was clear that she was scared as her body was trembling. She whimpered, "I just wanted to make you some eggs. My classmates said you won't be sick if you eat more eggs." When I looked closely, I saw two eggs next to the stove. I could not quite process what had just happened. Everything felt unreal. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FindNʘᴠᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

As I carried Anne onto my lap, I felt a sudden pang of heartache. For the past few days, I had been so preoccupied with the thoughts of Josiah coming over to see her, that I had been distracted and absent- minded most of the time. This was why she mistook me for feeling sick.

"Anne, I'm sorry. I..." Before I could continue talking, my heart wrenched in pain again and tears started pooling in my eyes.

Hendrix looked at us, his face painted with a mix of emotions. He walked towards us and wrapped his arms around us. He comforted us gently, "It's okay, everything's fine now. Whatever you do next time, safety first."

I pursed my lips, feeling sick in my stomach. I tried to hold back from vomiting, but my efforts were futile. I couldn't take it anymore and headed straight to the bathroom.

I puked everything up. When I left the bathroom, Hendrix and Anne were staring at me worriedly at the doorway.

"Mr. Roberts, is Mummy not feeling well?" Anne asked, her eyes red and swollen.

pause, he asked Anne to go to the courtyard to play with

to explain myself when

me by the arm and headed straight for the car

state of mind. I frowned disapprovingly and asserted sotto voce, "I'm good. I think my digestive system just hasn't been

eyes were visibly bloodshot. Glowering at me, he asked, "How long have yo been

How long?

thought about it, it seemed like I had this issue for quite some time now.

Perhaps I had been sick all along, even more so in the recent weeks that Josiah had

he tried to collect himself. Though he was trying to remain composed, I could tell that he was

up," he muttered under his breath. Had I not listened carefully, I would not have been able to discern the emotion

issue, I pushed him away once more and yelled assertively, "Didn't you hear me? I said I'm good. I'm all good. It's not like you're deaf." As much as he was flabbergasted at my response, so was I. Since my return to Jarold City, this had been the first time I yelled at

I was lost for words. I wanted to

out before

saw us getting entangled in an argument impasse. Hendrix looked at him and asked, "Can you call the