My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Glancing at my weary face, Hendrix passed Anne over to me.

Anne was smart. She immediately reached out her little hands and looked at me as she said, "Mom, hug me!"

No one could resist laughing when face to face with such an angel. I quickly put her on my lap and asked her with a smile, "Anne, from now on, we will come back every year to visit your Granduncle and the others, okay?"

"That's good! Then I'll get a lot of pocket money!" Anne replied. She clapped her hands together, and her eyes narrowed into slits as she giggled.

"Little money- grubber!" I teased. I pinched her nose gently and teased Hendrix, "I wonder who she picked that up from?"

Monique had opened a bar and bought a house. She was a high-flying career woman, and money management was not a big deal for her. However, it was clear enough that in her mind, money was not everything. She had learned how to manage her money just for the sake of better survival.

that up from him. The Saunders Family had once dominated the entire daily necessities industry. That family was wealthy enough. Apart

his head to glance at us. He reached out his hand and rubbed Anne's head. His gaze was so gentle. However, he

suddenly had a mental image of Hendrix holding our children. What Aunt Nerissa had told me about in vitro fertilization made my

night, we returned to Jarold City. We had our dinner together with Valerie and

Anne fell asleep on Hendrix's shoulder. After tucking her in, we went back to our room to wash up and call it

little exhausted. However, while waiting for Hendrix, who was taking his shower, I turned on my computer

even hear Hendrix approaching me. I was truly shocked when I heard his deep

turned off the computer screen and pretended as nothing had happened. "Nothing, have you finished showering?" I asked

I was looking at. In the report that I had just read, the success rate of producing a viable fetus through in vitro fertilization was as high as 60%, provided the mother was in good health. That was the standard for a healthy and mature

into it. He placed a glass of warm water and a bottle cap that had

health and that it would take a long time for me to recuperate. But, of course, there was also a shortcut. Taking medications on a daily basis would help me have a chance of getting pregnant again before the age of 30. These pills were prescribed by that doctor, and I had been taking them continuously for