My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

He nodded, a faint smile appearing on his usually indifferent face. "Would you like some water?"

I nodded. "My throat hurts!"

He adjusted his position and sat on the edge of the bed. He helped me up and let me lean on him.

I frowned and tried to scoot away from him, but his voice came again, cold and indifferent. "You're sick. Don't overthink it!"

I was stunned for a moment and didn't know how to respond, so I let him lead me. He placed the glass of water on my mouth, motioning me to drink.

I took a few sips, and my throat instantly felt better. "Thank you!"

He put the glass down and gently put me back to bed.

His eyes fell on me as he asked, "Do you want to eat something?"

I shook my head. "I'm not hungry!"

He raised his eyebrows, but sat quietly beside me.

There were so many questions on my mind. I couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Milton, why are you here? Do you know Kaleb?"

me calmly and said, "Well, this is the private hospital of the

it the Milton family from Jarold

and said, "The same Milton

looked at him, stunned.

he replied sharply. "Plus, I didn't intend to

came to Monsa to look

a handsome grin. This man was a sight for sore eyes, and he looked particularly enchanting when he smiled. "Have you forgotten what you've promised me in

wasn't special or anything like that. I just like to make sure people keep to their promises. Since you promised me, naturally, I'd come

reason like this was too

arm?" I asked, deciding to switch topics, as I turned my attention to my

a miracle that I had not been killed by

heavy for now."

pursed my lips

Kaleb, but it turned out to be a nurse who'd came in to change

it seemed like he wasn't the happiest about filling me in. His answers were almost always

his relationship with

asleep

thunder was deafening, and it sounded particularly chilling. There were not many people in the hospital, so