My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

He had already lifted me and placed me on the bed as he talked. I felt that he was being too anxious, so I smiled and said, "I'm fine!"

He kept silent and helped me lie down before going downstairs. He had been busy since he woke up in the morning. Now that I thought about it, he was already terribly busy in the office; but when he came home, he still had to take care of Anne and I.

I couldn't help but feel guilty. It seemed that I had caused him trouble again.

I couldn't fall asleep. It was quite cold outside, so it was impossible to go out. But staying at home was boring me out of my mind.

I decided to just get out of bed and pay our study a visit. Reading a few books would be good.

As soon as I reached the door, I bumped into Hendrix. He had a bowl of brown sugar ginger tea in his hands. I immediately understood; I had thought that he went downstairs to have breakfast, but it turned out...

Looking at the bowl of dark red tea in his hands, I shook my head and looked up at him. "I just had breakfast, I can't have anything else now."

Even though I hadn't been vomiting these past few days, if I had too much, I would still feel my stomach chum and I would retch.

did, hence he did not force me to drink it. Instead, he put the bowl on the table in the bedroom

about me, I nodded. I thought for a moment then said, "I

his hand out to pull me along to

this new villa was quite different from that of the previous one.

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Anne wouldn't be safe playing alone downstairs, he brought her up to

designed with a starry sky for her. It was well made, fantasylike, and

hadn't learned a lot of words, so she only read comics and looked at

study. She was only

she was three, but that wasn't good for a toddler's joints,

Although Hendrix was on a break, he still had to take care

nestled myself on the couch and read for a while. When I looked up, I saw Hendrix still busy

natural debonair look; when he was serious, it was as

for the glass at the edge of the table for a drink. It wasn't until the glass reached his mouth, only did he realize that it was empty. He knitted his brows for a