My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

When I got home, Hendrix was busy in the kitchen. It was rare to see him like this. I leaned against the doorframe and couldn't help smiling as I watched him bustling about in the kitchen with an apron on. He was taken aback by my sudden return. "When did you come back? Why didn't you make any sound?" he asked.

I beamed at him, "Hi!"

He gave me a small smile and said, "Go wash your hands and get ready for dinner!"

I was a little surprised to see that he was wearing a grey sweater. I couldn't help but say, "You look much better in clothes of other colors than in black. It makes you look younger!" He raised his eyebrows and gave me a serious look, "Do I usually look very old?"

Looking at his stern expression, I couldn't help but laugh, "A little. You look too serious, it makes people think you're harder to approach than you really are. It's better like this, you look more pleasant!" He pondered for a moment and said, "I'll try to wear more clothes of other colors then!"

for a second. Since when did he start listening to other people's opinions like this? He was starting to learn how to restrain his emotions and behaviors better, and started reflecting on

was slowly becoming a totally different person. In the past, he never smiled and always had a grim and solemn expression on his face. These changes did not happen all of a sudden, but were hidden in the details of everyday life. It

person, he got jealous easily, threw tantrums, and

he showed his love

raised his hand and waved it a

on his chin. I answered, "I'm thinking, how lucky am I to meet such a nice man like Mr. Roberts." Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FindNʘᴠᴇl.nᴇt

said greedily, "I'm lucky to meet

well."

myself of the troubles in the hospital. After dinner, he asked me to go back to the bedroom. Just then, Valerie called me and asked me how I was doing

it and promised to visit them the next day. Anne called