My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

I braced myself with a deep breath and walked to him. We entered the bathroom together.

As he stood there, I lowered my head slightly and reached out to unbuckle his belt Subconsicouly I bit my lip while unbuttoning his pants and lowering his zipper. Suddenly, he grabbed y hand, stopping me from doing more, suddenly held my hand, and his deep voice was slightly hoarse. "Okay, I'll do it by myself!" I relaxed and left him to it.

His mobile phone on the bed rang. Looking down at the caller ID, I didn't pick it up. It was Andrea, she was probably calling to check on Hendrix's injury. However, the phone kept ringing, and Hendrix was still in the bathroom. Probably because he heard the phone ringing, he called out, "You answer it!" Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FɪndNøvel.ɴᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

I pursed my lips and thought for a moment, and reluctantly answered the call. Before I could say anything, an anxious cry came from the other end, "Hendrix, are you okay? Sorry, I really didn't mean it. I didn't want to lose my temper, and I didn't want you to get hurt. I would rather get hurt than let you

is the last time. I will listen to you in the future and never

injured because of

speak for a long time. The person on the other side cried so hard that she couldn't breathe. She choked and said, "Hendrix, are you still angry with me?

said in a tone that wasn't friendly,

other side gasped when she heard my voice. Then, she calmed down and stopped crying. She said, "Arianna, why are you answering Hendrix's phone? How could you be so

know I am not Hendrix? Your acting still has not improved over the years. Sorry to disappoint you. It was Hendrix who asked me to answer the phone. He is in the bathroom right now, so it's not very convenient

you don't have to be so proud. I may not be able to marry Hendrix, but we're are still important to each other. He could have avoided what happened today, but he still protected me subconsciously. He would rather be hurt in my stead. Yes, he may really love you and really want

angry, her insistence made me laugh. I said in a light tone, "Andrea, are you

never feel tired." "Oh!" I nodded. "I hope you can hold on to