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.

force me to drink it. Instead, he put the bowl on the table in the bedroom and

then said, "I want to go to the study

stretched his hand out to pull me along

from that of the previous one. The study here had taken Anne into

and reading materials here were all collected with care. S~ᴇaʀᴄh the (F)indNƟvᴇl.ɴet

Hendrix was worried that Anne wouldn't be safe playing alone downstairs, he brought her up to

child's study room specially designed with a starry sky for her. It was well made, fantasylike,

learned a lot of words, so she only read comics

anything for her to study. She was only five, so I didn't ever think about adding onto her burdens, and

lessons when she was three, but that wasn't good for a toddler's joints, so I

break, he still had to take care of the company's

while. When I looked up, I saw Hendrix still busy

across on the keyboard, his eyes were solemn and focused. This man had a natural debonair look; when he was serious, it was as though the whole world shone only on him. He was particularly attractive when

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 moment, then placed it down and continued