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!"

start listening to other people's opinions like this? He was starting to learn how to restrain his emotions

not happen all of a sudden, but were hidden in the details of everyday life. It was all so subtle that I didn't even notice until now. When did he become such a gentle and sensitive

become such a detail-oriented person, he got jealous easily, threw

was never an expressive person, but he

his hand and waved it a few times in front of my eyes. He asked,

meet such a nice man like Mr. Roberts." Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FindNʘᴠᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to

lucky

well."

not help but relieve myself of the troubles in the hospital. After dinner, he asked me to go back to the bedroom. Just then, Valerie called me

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