My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

I got a new set of clothes and went into the bathroom to clean myself. My pajama pants and underwear had gotten stained, and it wasn't just a small stain.

Coming out of the bathroom, I saw Hendrix tidying the bed. The bedsheets had been changed; the mattress was waterproof, so just wiping was enough to clean it.

The sheets that were heavily blood-stained were changed and new bedsheets were put onto the bed.

When I saw him reaching for the bedsheets on the carpet, I reflexively went ahead before him and took the sheets. It was difficult hiding the awkwardness on my face. "I'll do it!"

He frowned, a strange look casted over his handsome face. "It's cold out; I'll take care of it."

"No... no need!" No matter how intimate our relationship was, it still felt inappropriate for someone else to do this.

His face turned slightly grim. When he turned to look at me, his brows relaxed as he said, "Be good, and listen to me. I'll wash it!"

I was about to refuse again, but he had already taken the sheets away.

my wildest dream did I think that one day, the authoritative business tycoon who stood on the highest skyscraper in Jarold City would roll up his sleeves to wash bed sheets in the bathroom. As red liquid started getting soaked out of the pajama pants in the basin,

out some fabric detergent, he asked in a low voice as if he had just remembered something, "Has

I would feel tired and often experienced aches because of the many sleepless nights and irregular schedules from taking care of Anne. But other than that, I was

I felt my face burning up. After some thought, I

room downstairs, practicing her cycling skills on her little bicycle. The living

delighted. She looked up at me and

she began to ride the bicycle around. Her movements were smooth; it was obvious that her quietness was because she had been practicing

her bicycle. She said, "Uncle Evan came by just now with some breakfast and pastries. I've already eaten; Mr. Roberts said that you'll come down soon to eat, so

saw

a nanny in the house; we only had an

what Anne had heard when she was being taken care of by the nanny

her. If an outsider lived in the house, I wouldn't know just what they would say to her. After all, I couldn't keep a constant eye on her. Hence, I decided to just personally

I went upstairs again, Hendrix had already

as I stood behind, watching him hang the clothes up to