My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

I realized something was amiss only after I finished speaking. What on earth did I just say!

Amos didn't answer as he frowned and pretended to be reading the medical record. I was so ashamed that my face flushed red. Then, I looked up at Hendrix. He held back his laughter and noticed that I was looking at him, so he quickly regained his composure, raising his hand and stroking my head to comfort me.

But it was too late.

Freya seemed to be enjoying the fun. Even though I didn't turn around to look at her, I could still hear her suppressed laughter and could also imagine how much she wanted to laugh out loud at that moment!

I was totally and utterly embarrassed. It was one thing to humiliate myself in front of Hendrix, but it was more embarrassing that Freya had witnessed this too.

After that, according to the test results, Amos prescribed a list of female hormones that I would have to be injected with and gave us instructions to head to the nurse station for injection.

When I left the office, Amos pulled aside and reminded me, "Mrs. Roberts, I know that with a husband like Mr. Roberts, it is tough to undergo abstinence throughout this treatment period. If it's too difficult for you to be free of lust, you can discuss with Mr. Roberts about sleeping separately for a period of time."

I was too ashamed to answer. I blushed and merely nodded in agreement, then fled the scene quickly.

When he saw that there was something wrong with my expression, he stepped forward and asked in a low voice, "Did Dr. Jules reprimand

shook my head and was too embarrassed to look at him. "No." sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ

went straight to the point and teased me, "Dr. Jules wants your wife to rest.

my eyes at her as a warning. Only then did Freya make a zipping motion with her mouth, a sly smile playing

anything. He gently patted me on my back and brought me to the nurse

were mainly for treating the excessively thin inner wall of the uterus, also known as the endometrium. It would last

undergo the injection in a public hospital, so he brought

the advantages of private hospitals was

and took care of us. The process was smooth. In

hospitals were slightly high, they also

helped me out of the injection department. When we entered the corridor, we ran into Sawyer in front of an

his hairstyle and seemed more mature. He already had the air of confidence that usually

smiles when they saw us.

and said nothing. He had always been indifferent when