My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Yana was momentarily startled; she hadn't expected me to call Aaron. She tugged at me and whispered, "Arianna, don't do this, I'm okay." I patted her hand and whispered back, "It's fine!"

Aaron, who was on the other end of the call, was stunned and said in confusion, "A driver will be going over to pick her up. Don't worry."

I suppressed my anger and felt that he had definitely crossed the line. "Aaron, she's your wife and she's pregnant. Are you sure your brain works?"

What kind of mindset did he have, for him to personally send a stranger home, but leave his own wife alone on the roadside?

"I don't plan on marrying her. She's just a birthing tool to me, so Arianna, you don't have to feel bad for her as if she's your sister-in-law. One day, when I meet the woman I really want to marry, I'll take her to you and I'll let you call her your sister-in-law. Don't worry, the chauffeur and servants at home will take good care of her. I myself know how I should treat her. You should take care of your own health, don't overthink things. Be good!"

Though Aaron's voice was not loud, Yana heard every word he said since she sat close to me.

speechless. I

she still mustered a smile at me to comfort

in her eyes. She probably didn't want me to see her in pain, so she turned to look out of the window and avoided

for this girl. It was as if I was looking at

the entire journey. We stopped at the entrance of Aaron's villa.

Hendrix drove off. Seeing that I was silent, he turned his gentle gaze towards me and

do you still remember the day you picked me up from the hospital four years

tapping on the steering wheel

remember."

that I had thought of something, he continued, "What

car, all I could think about